A single car approaches me
Then whistles by
The last I’ll see
Before sky fades and daylight flies
It carries on
Through lands unmarked
To where I cannot be
Though straight it drives
‘Cross many miles
It never does arrive
Eyes forward
Movin’ on
Leavin’ all the dust
Behind me
Freedom
Ain’t never gotten with a dollar
Or no lawful decree
Not like a box car
Give to me
Sometimes
I think
The road unknown
Explores as much
The me I do not know
Which is all the more enticing
Than the me I believe is me
Here
and
There
Holdover from a time
Of neon
Air-con
And movin’ on
Stale cigarettes
And mildew
Saggy mattress
Flickering lights
I leave a trail
I follow one
I leave a mark
I seek one
I know my place
Where I am
Where I’ve been
Where I’m going
By the markers
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
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