There is no road there is no lodge stars above pine straw below
Thursday, June 13, 2013
CROSSING SHOAL CREEK
The rusted steel rails
are ever fresh
As I cross Shoal Creek
once again
My mind
as it turns over
like the creek below
ever flowing, constantly renewing
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