This is an older poem that I wrote when I was about 12. Was proud of it then, still proud of it now.
A scene From Texas
The windy tailgate
pulling up slowly towards the
misty sun
the pickups attatched to
wooden strings
fingering the landscape
like lost toys.
their wheels sidding around
in a circle,
their tracks appearing in a
circle
like my open mouth,
sucking in dust.
the orange moon
clouded up from the rain
the pebbles like collected
raindrops on sunnier asphalt.
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