The Road

The Road

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

The Road

Looking for shelter
in this obvious oblivion,
taking precious time
from the hands
of children.

There is pepper 
in the sugar bowl,
stinging the tongue
of the righteous
soap box preacher,
creating a hole
in the colorful words
falling from his mouth
shattering,
on hot gravel.

Grueling;
people packed like sardines
left to dry in the sun,
cutting their teeth
on poorly baked bread
and brown water.

And at the end of the road
she sits alone,
pealing a grapefruit
with a rusty knife,
tapping her toes
too unheard music.

Looking past her Chuck Taylors
through the dirt,
keeping life
on the ball of her foot.

For tomorrow,
she may walk away.

© 2011 Abigale LeCavalier


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We just ruin everything dont we? pepper in the sugar bowl, using up the resources for the next group, basking in the fucked lonliness and beating each other for the simple pleasures of food. I like the singular vision of the one girl without the need for bread, but a little sour in her.

moving with a sandstorm..i dig it

Posted 13 Years Ago


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it is how you set the tone to that unheard music , and the little glimmer of hope borne from determination .

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We just ruin everything dont we? pepper in the sugar bowl, using up the resources for the next group, basking in the fucked lonliness and beating each other for the simple pleasures of food. I like the singular vision of the one girl without the need for bread, but a little sour in her.

moving with a sandstorm..i dig it

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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