Poetry 365 | Day 141 | Tao of acousticsteveo (Cont’)
the cascading plumage
of my childhood
constantly changed
faces
on one such occasion
we had everything
packed into a sedan
on our way to a new
uncharted
start
and our vehicle stopped working
knowing that
montana
was quickly fading in the rearview
i wasn't too upset about
the delay
--Stephen Martin, 5/21/19
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