Interpretation
The artist reading between lines
Is the critic trying to be kind.
Pastoral
The sky falls southward, a soft whispering
Edged by broken hardness of weathered rock;
A gasp morgadored, if waiting for anything --
Last whispered bard song making a new lock.
Stranded
Stranded on the freeway
Looking for a highway
Got no place left to go
Finding a place to stay awhile
Empty of dreaming guile
Looking for things to show
Needing a sign to guide the way
To tomorrow from the ruins of today
Digging down deep and low
Stranded on the freeway
Looking for a highway
Got no place left to go
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