Road

It is so good to be in the country,
she said.

Even as the new road rips up
the country side.

It’s something to see, those
machines

Out of the little neighbor boy’s
dreams

(at least when he was a little boy;
he drives his own big machines now)

But time changes everything.
Everything

There was a time I walked from
here to school.

Can you believe that?

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