CracksThe crack in the slate blue skypromises mountainssomewhere past the hi-way,where blacktopbecomes topsoil,and the guard railsare green, soft, and sometimes make you itch.Where some go on vacation;empty the city, and walk cool oxygen trailsrich with time's somnolence,and stare up into the brancheslooking for cracks of blue skyto slide into.
Apr 16, 2008
Cracks
Ok, I've been slacking on the web browsing, and I'm too tired tonight to make up for the lack. If you're reading this, sorry, but you'll just have to settle for something resembling a poem.
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