well on back behind now and then
my arms scarred not like before
remember stone steps
cobblestone walkways that old library
out of date books nothing but children's books
parking spots out front 3 and one handicapped
3 quarter white circle stick figure man
facing damp fields damp dark fields
leading to slow drizzling creek
same stones for a bridge
to the hill cut by stone steps
same old stones I wanted to run
by the river over the hill through the field
find the road beyond hail a car
speeding off into the night headlights
cutting into the future nowhere
never going back now never here and then
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