bring us West
where hard blossoms grow
where moss
knows how to map the bodies
in old brick
bring us West
where pink sky fire
chases us
down paving stone streets
where a chosen few
are wise enough
to seek their peace
bring us West
where outlaw ghosts
still prowl,
where dreamers still stoop
to pick up change
and share a bottle
with strangers
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