The Slow Edge of Memory
2009 January 28
The Country We Were Born to and Love
Roads go on forever
in our minds, in the country
we were born to
and love, each rise bringing us
back, each curve bending
along the slow edge
of memory, where we find the roots
of every un-harvested field
we ever walked, where we discover
each other in tall summer
grass, searching in the fading light
for answers we would never find:
the trees too far away to touch,
the miles too long to remember.
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