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F.X. MacKenzie

Blacktop reeling out over
miles of mountain
like some twisted,
dizzy serpent
I am
drunk on the color
of spring green
Mingling with the souls
of dead trees
Fragments of a dozen dreams
playing déjà vu
among the pines
Didn't I know you there?

© Copyright 2001, 2003, 2004 by F.X. MacKenzie


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