wisp of a girl
thin, like a
four word sentence
and she’s messy
all the way down
to her untied sneakers
one foot smothering
a cigarette
into the ground
scanning the horizon
in slow motion
as she exhales
and then
as if answering a
question i never asked
she says, in a
voice of mixed calm
and frustration
there are so many
peaceful roads on earth
i’m just trying to find
one of them
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