Caught up in a yesterday
One feeling laying in the middle
Central themes on a pale pink door
Lay your print down
What comes out is a mystery
Hold hands under a spell
Or tree
By a red river
Took a trip after a trip to be on a trip
Humor in the shadows
Lost your grip to a jester
Wait for the cymbals to play with the sun
Machine on a highway
Heart in the woods
Take it to the gallows
Unearth the tracers in an outline
They pretended to believe
For a page to write the next chapters
The entry points had their moment
As the seasons turned and withering became birth
Vines on a fence
Singular lace dangling
A cow alone in the field
Empty dirt roads
Rusted barbwire
Smell of discovery
Four eyes looking in the same direction
One ahead looking down
This place could disappear
Beneath the outcomes
If there is a waiting ship
Send the departures where the energy is open
Through the bushes
Over the footprints
Along the rails
Washing over the graffiti
New messages in undiscovered color
Represented
Folded up in old pockets
Later found in a dusty jacket
Two doors down
Stuck in a collection of memories
Put to rest in the bending arm
Cannon silhouettes
Shoot wild expression in the sky
It rained the day after
Seeing it out the window
Pausing
Hazy Acres 
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