Backroads
i see the days
have covered themselves with so many nights
along this road
that turns in so many ways
between fields with grass above the knees
and a breeze...that breeze...
that used to blow her hair across her cheeks
while she spun the car radio dial
looking for songs
that were new to us then. . .
now familiar to my heart
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