Salvaged
Surrounded by dry prairie grass
Amidst a sea of broken glass
Like metal soldiers dressed in rust
V-8's wear vests of orange dust
And I, when gazing at them there
Get goose bumps raising every hair
Each time, because I swear I see
Dead headlights staring back at me
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2016
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