on the highway

what you leave behind you never ages
people stay the same, frozen like some waving amber wheatfield
ready to take up where you left off, in the ruts and dust
of a thousand gypsy carts and nights of a million stars
wandering the roads together, from here to blacktop and back again
dreaming of bright-colored scarves and quick-bursting fireworks
marble statues and people who join you, always moving and never changing
dancing down the roads to find a fair that's always open, with stockyard shows
and cotton candy, the pink paper cone of a day that never ends, the moving breeze
on the highway.

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