Introspection
Oh, shots!
Coming home again
ever ever again, ever
the eyes stare away from the head, not back inward
away from the self
No, shots!
Gone again down the clear road,
never never again, never
eyes covered in stifling dust.
Copyright © Sharon Downer | Year Posted 2008
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