Ridgeline

the run down from springfield to marysville / route four is littered with left places / rust and grey and weathered white things that were once new

the broken road rolls / crests / intersects / paring and parting like the folds of our lives / tail wind southerly / a dream of summer / over the ridgeline / now northerly / in my face

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