Down the Road Apiece
Downtown dead weight
Hurled like a heavy piece of irony
Specks of sometimes riding shotgun
Blankets of stars that never sleep
Upheaval and missions of monsters
World gone wrong messages
Edging ever closer to weary
Sometimes a great notion
Readiness and tangible freedom
Waxing moons breathing shallow
Deliveries to empty doorsteps
Time again and again
Forward the motion in prayer
Forlorn and high like a kite
Innocence dressed immaculate
Down the road apiece
Copyright © Jeffrey Bovee | Year Posted 2016
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