finding yourself on a road you once knew
but now your memories deceive your reality
or better yet your dreams
and dreams not of your choice
but those trips your subconscious
is in the driver's seat for
the dust was kicking up
in the rearview mirror
and the gravel road had
an upcoming sharp fork
a lover once known
threw the steering wheel left
and the pickup spun out
into a field of dried soybeans
a draw laid ahead in the road
where two remnants of grand houses
were barely hanging onto the world
found at the hearth just inside the door
was an uncle once despised but now pitied
this blowhard had now deflated
as had the life that surrounded him
no satisfaction was found in this
merely disconnection, so sublime
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