Resting In It

There’s a piece of you in a piece of me preventing me from piecing my life together in a peaceful manner.

Oiled horse manes
Gleam under late
afternoon sun

Grass sweeps by
Eighty miles an hour
I am still

Far from home
Hands distant from the wheel
No control

Our last taste of sun
A fresh bowl of moon
Spills in

Kansas fields
dead on the roadside
Met the city

I am using
these few words
to calm myself


Published by Anna Buck

"everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."

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