by J. K. Durick
The road
Stirs up its dust
To mark my
Progress
With the taste of
White-tan powder on
My feet
And clothes.
It’s an August
Afternoon and I’m
Becoming part of the
Day I want to be.
May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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