The RoadA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe 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.
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