dusty feet on a
dirt road afternoon

and i keep walking

sun beat
dry skin
lost compass
weary

in the distance
i hear a crow cackle

coyote call warning

snake row corn row snake row

bony knees cracking

knocking bruises
in time with each step

i have this dress
bare shoulders
rude toes

and this box
i carry

filled with feather and bone

there is no place
to settle into

no shelf to hold
my treasure

the sky hum hovers
peripheral

heat sunk
golden

weightless

i just keep walking

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

 

Also linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets with trips for Poetics, join us!

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