Broken Tractor


 

Wish it could be said, so as, it could be understood.

Graffiti with meaning.

Sentences cut short.

Allegories without a cave.

Miscues planted for others to crave.

It is like tumbleweeds rolling up on the same day.

Everyday, trundling, to a four way stop.

Tumbling, falling around,

over and over…

hoping to just get caught.

It would be a privilege to entangle you in this dream.

Unexploited territories, sight unseen,

just to see life as it may not seem.

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