Friday September 21st, 2012
watching the wires slowly dip and raise
between posts and bends in the road
the spinning windmills, half working, half still.
there's something bizarre about it.
but the view keeps changing,
the hills in the distance touch the horizon,
traintracks cutting through once.
those rolling hills are kissing the sky.
i'm jealous, but the view keeps moving.
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