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you were right
someday I’ll walk away
and addresses will be for the past
or the future
but my breakfast will be
on a table of open sky and desert

who will I dream about?
snake gods and river kings?

I see a photo of me
standing by a long hot highway
staring at the clouds
and me in the picture, the one doing the staring
is wondering how I got this far
and how far I’ll go
before I want to go home

I hear things calling
dreams
oceans and deserts and moons
wind in the trees
grass along the river’s edge
things calling for my soul…