we rode off
along the escarpment
over the railroad tracks
after the crooked turn

the houses
in the rear
shrinking as we ascend
the sky growing ahead

reaching trees
welcome us at the top
as we join
the broken gravel road

tires grumble
stone fling against
dirt and dust fly
storming as we ride

passing by fields
deep ditches
busted mailboxes
animal carcasses

your home on the corner
broken wooden fence
broken down sedan in the driveway
i look over

to the open door


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