One Small Promise
The world twists under the sky
A thought burns into a smile
More and more the days between.
Freedom was a road
and the hitchhike was stalled
Out in the middle of growing old.
Meandering is such a cool word
Unless it's your life
and your lost or cold.
The feelings spit out of the sun
Warm and driven nails
Back in all directions
Pulling us toward promise.
Copyright © Jeffrey Bovee | Year Posted 2018
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