The lack of quiet on the inside matches…
the abundance of stillness outside.
A distance of which is…long as, an accountability of the past.
I have tried the ebony asphalt of the city street.
Searched for calm in the downward glance…of a stranger’s eye.
In the empty storefronts, I could rent restraint…
I could not buy.
With all the urban decor,
it had been easy to see…
I will always be country on the inside.