©2023 michael raven
lonely highways stretching
between flatland and ocean
heels worn through and
walking still to some other
destination in between
dust hair and tumble wind
a letter taped at the folds
fallen apart just like him
there, painted canyons crossing
he points his toes that way
and lonely walks the night
again
sceadugenga 
What an intriguing poem. It gives me post-apocalyptic vibes.
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I suppose it does have a post-apocalyptic feel. It was a fragment of dream that drove this one.
Thanks ❤
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