Visions on The Trail

Mother,
father,
cold Stones,
green Grass,
plastic flowers,
and little
cherubs
of chipped
stone.

I said:
“North
Exhaust
black trails
moving
tell the blue
sky freedom
dawn coming
on a banana
boat
storm blown
over board
red paper
sails.”

We’ll all be
alright tomorrow
the cool green
everything grass
above us all in
time.

Yeah this must
be the place
peace
no war.
I have to get back
now.
Tales of shadows,
moonlight, and
dreams in
the night.
Keep on riding
into the next
day.

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