- The stretching miles
add up
as we search for
the joy we were promised.
- Work the land
as it works you
into a grainy
extension
of soil skin
and groundwater
blood
pumping through
irrigation veins.
- Soaring over the
steep slopes of
those better
than you.
- Only in elevators
we meet
by chance.
The air is confused
as two strangers
reunite once more.
I only know one thing:
his name is Ryan.
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