- Never
Even
- There's a
moment or two
- sometimes,
- as I
travel the South,
- past mown
fields of hay,
- with my
windows down,
- smells
and swirling memories in my head,
- and it's
so real,
- and it's
so you,
- but I've
never even been there.
-
- There's a
flash of insight
- sometimes,
- rushing
from the twilight,
- across
the hills and valleys,
- with my
guard down,
- lights
and emotions popping off in my head,
- and it's
like yesterday,
- at most
the day before,
- but I've
never even seen that light.
-
- There's a
trilogy of thought
- most
always,
- it
travels wherever I go,
- whether
noonday scents of hay,
- or
nocturnal glints among the shadows,
- it always
is, always was,
- and it's
always what it will be,
- it's like
coming home again,
- when I've
never even been away.
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