dirt on the welcome mat

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Riding the highway rumble strip

Slowly to feel each rise and drop.

Both windows down,

Warm night air hugs the sound of

Tires straddling the black

Perforated edge of goodbyes,

Stop and go breeze whistles

Between each finger

That dares to test life

Away from the steering wheel.

Radio static turns thoughts

Into black and white confetti,

Into missing puzzle pieces

And the quiet notes of the

Chorus,

         Bridge,

                   Chorus.

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white window blinds,

thirty-some sideways prison bars,

cover his eyes and mouth

with slanted shadows,

see no evil, speak no evil

the dark spaces taunt

as the air rushing in

between each long plastic finger

stings his eyes

and makes him breathe

in gasps and mumbles