i walked a little today
not for health
or wealth
or any real goal
i just wanted to be a little lost
i started on the side of the highway
letting other poems drive by
my wayfarer soul
i looked at the old scrawl
of dixie cups and washing soaps
remnants of bygone adverts
pressed my hand against the brick
wondering what i’d feel
as i was feeling mighty melancholy
but i just felt grit grit grit
and left with a faint red scuff on my
yearning palm
something resplendent. in moving and feeling.
- March 3, 2015, 3:48 a.m.
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