Foolsgold

open roads 

felt like ice melting

driblets of strangers 

singing the countdown

we give ourselves 

to foreign hearts to

fresh slates I’ll just 

pour love like fresh coffee

freedom feels like 

escape from routines

trudging over white banks

pieces of me left and 

picked up again just

trinkets on the window ledge 

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