Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

out of the way

when adventuring
people rarely take roads
poked with potholes

puddles on rainy days
biting at jeans

clouds roll around on their
bellies in the skies

people rarely walk the ways which
take them out of their way
when it’s that distance, which
will make them fly

backdated post a day poem for December 1st, 2017

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