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Over

Multiple times,
over and over,
once again,
what, really?

Blanked out
and made to feel
so distant
that my hitch hike card
revoked itself
for fear the end of road
may just succeed
and I lay down
and play a broken wind.

One last time,
I gathered up
my bagless stuff
and hit the road
and drove all night
and landed
in the lane
that never has a brim.

I wanted to be heard,
listened to,
given a morsel
of space
and turned
into a joke:
What would we do
with the cat?

What would we do
without the cat?

What would we do
under any circumstances?

I drove all night
and this is where I got to.

I don't know what
you're going to do
with the cat.

I'm a conversation low right now
and I need someone I can talk to.

How about you, Wind?

What's blowing?

runningturtle87
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