a little bit Country

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.

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