we only get so many
precious opportunities
to give ourselves
to the people we love
how much is that worth?
here I am again
full of passion but
no longer alone
peering bright horizons
and the legendary crossroad
where the ghosts and
Robert Johnson roam
as Preacher Davis prays
I savor all the side views
of the open rural highways
the beauty in the byways
and creatures of the night
am I blinded by delights?
would I be happy?
in a crystal carriage
on the golden interstate
riding high above
the forgotten crowd
with every exit closed
I see Wall Street
and the prostitutes
selling inside information
trading tips for money
am I’m no better
selling out
oh well,
why should we
chastise
sweet ladies
of the evening
at least their guarantees
are of value
if not sincere
Runnells, IA '08
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