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[abruer17]

A demanding voice calls over the field
as I sit admiring the way the wind
carries the trash around the roads.
When it brushes my face I think to myself,

What am I doing here-but that is stopped
by the sound of a fifty-cal
in the distance.

Two minutes later, my ears raise a bit.
A man yelling in the distance.
The night is unchanged.

Comments

[thought_rain45]

i like it

and as to what you're doing there, you're keeping me safe! thanks!