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Tired. Walking.

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Published: Apr 5, 2012

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Tired. Walking.

Man with gray stubble beneath a frozen tree looks down at his
Nike shoes, tube socks, and says out loud to no one in particular
Show me The Way. I've walked
All of Montana and I am
Tired. The ground has been flat
And I'm tired.

He leans against a yellow Yield sign, panting, collecting thoughts.
He looks at his shoes. Sees a kid drive by in a car.

–

The Way is only what's behind.

And knowing this he walks
And follows the echoing car
And hopes that soon he'll
Find someone to talk to.

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