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roads slip
into driveways
canyons of silence
where cars
run out of places to go.
Saturday morning in Ohio
the burbs bristle
with a sheen of unseen.
Hours wander off
become confused
are led back
by a marshalling sky.
Occasionally there are whispers
from the bottom of the bag
where wild flowers skirmish.
Success here
is anything
we can quietly
hold on to.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08
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