That dark highway

Won’t see the shadow,

My car steering that path

 

My heart won’t darken

that door’s heavy wood

Or see those dirty panes

 

My soul can’t go visit

Beat upon by that storm

Anymore damage will destroy.

 

So, holidays

Only steer my heart

Down those narrowing roads

 

But not home,

Anywhere else, any path

Strangeness invited but not home.

 

24 Oct 04

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