OxenfreeA Poem by Scott H.Olly Olly
“Oxenfree”
I looked in my backyard
But did not find it
Out amongst the cornfields,
The historic registry,
The small-town years which turn
One into the other without distinction.
I looked in Providence
But did not find it
Out alongst the river fires,
The university district,
The street I lived on where no
One else was speaking English.
I looked in the geyser basin
But did not find it
Out amidst the bison herds,
The mist-shrouded mornings,
The beautiful blue-eyed boy who whispered
Such conflicted convictions.
I looked inside myself
But did not find it.
© 2008 Scott H. |
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