Jim Trainer


In poem, Poetry, true love, Uncategorized on May 23, 2016 at 10:35 pm

a red strand
and a brown whirl
clapping up
the glowing hills
bearing down
on ghetto concrete
we rode down
our America
3,000 miles young
and the last one
a brown whirl
dirt roads and mud houses
and a red strand
running through
you, me





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