After seventeen years of
Living and breathing and feeling
I almost want to rewind everything
And start over again
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I’ve fallen in love with Saturday afternoons
Especially when I roam 3rd street
And watch the dew-like activity
Fluster out onto the street
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This night
Windows down
Surrounded by the town
Passing by us
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Because I don’t understand
What it means
To utter those three words
Struck down by
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I’ve written and typed
The same words over
And over again
Hoping that new ideas
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Like when I was young
I’ll pick up a ball
And play with it for an hour or two
I’ll sing a song
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The road we follow for a while
One by one, in line with time
With ourselves, yours and mine
Car after car, heart after heart
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The road seems longer than usual
Tonight.
Lines repeat and words relieve
But only for some time
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The penny dish at the general store
Sits alone next to the cash register
It holds change
For people to use
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In the terminal I sit watching the story unfold
Night-time blue runway shades
And jets stream a river into nothing
More miles to go; only the skies know
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