riding north

thick city summer
thighs thick with work
work
can only see as far as
the next light
blinking forests red
and green
at me no—
winking—
pretty things
always putting tongues
where they don’t belong
silly things!
maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way back
to yellow hills and country time

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