In a field overgrown with longing

Wildflowers
and weeds
entwined
backseat lovers
in a field
of rusted sedans
overgrown
with longing.

 

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2 thoughts on “In a field overgrown with longing

    1. The poem above began as the initial draft. The words and lines were intended to be simply the frame around which I would form the poem. But, as I looked at the words, I realized that was all that really needed to be said. Funny how it works out that way sometimes. Less is more.

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