I hear

the rubber
of the wheels

speak
the bright

rumble
of running

chains
on the long

& winding road
& the evening

sky hitchhiking
in the water

puddles the rain
blew

onto the tired

pavement
on the long

& winding road
I hear

the rubber
of the wheels

speak
of disappeared

days
& lost smells.
The rambling eventide

scratches
its dying coals

onto the windshield
on the long

& winding road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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