Fencing

Into the Woods

Bridges

Dense

Fairmount Park

Across Borders

Warmer Times

Aged

Unplugged

Men and Chains

The road comes early

Like its been traveling all night

Beat

     On blacktop

     And the gritof photographs

 The pittedglare of the sun

Breaks tree topped hills

With every push of light

Every push of mile beneath his feet

He drives deeper into the falling sky

And rising dirt

Where it is just the sound of his sweat and steel

That makes the difference

He drives harder

At the wild inside

That cuts holes in his gut

The way time cuts men into a million tiny pieces

The way broken bottles build rear view mirrors

Long roads

And men with chains

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Outskirts

Family Tree

Warmth