Waysong

I prefer we laugh
like heat waves
riffling the stillness
along our forgotten desert highways

Come meet the sky
where the gravely tar cracks
and chalky center lines wiggle
and we walk our walk, backwards

Toe heel, toe heel, toe heel
clapping, clomping, soles scraping
singing our waysong like so many
sunburned children of love

Don’t cry little one,
just one more step
in the right direction
and we’re already home

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