brand new pair of ten dollar sneakers
got it? candy canes and rosemary hues
tones and seafaring sagas
80 feet in 80 shoes
40 up and down the thick black line
it’s ancient and I think it’s morning
disagree and you may write your own discourse
journal paging cliff dwelling libertine witness
thinks it’s time to sleep
thinks instead of breathing there are wagons to ride
washing cars of residue from weekends in the desert
bad snake rolls
taking heavy early tolls
the shoes form a glossy scuffed pile
and long ago the ancient weren’t born
he’s leaving but he’s coming back
he’s leaving but he’s coming back soon enough
soon enough for her liking
soon enough for her liking and his
never leaving nothing
anywhere but here, temples and old memorials
running over onto the yellow in the black
he comes home and falls in her arms
even desert highways have their charms
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