Poetry: Rusty Thoughts

Posted by67steffenPosted inPoetryTags:

An abandoned  rusty chair

Waits for me near an ocean,

No cell phone service,

Only deep thinking

Like a runaway Mack truck

Plowing through a spent cornfield

Just east of my childhood.  

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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