Green Dress On An Empty Road
As darkness wakes she walks the road.
So obscure, the wildest wood.
Stands on broken yellow lines.
Free of hope and dressed in wool.
The hollow earth lets out a squall.
She wishes she could drift away.
Bugs will sleep in beggar halls.
Children will be led astray.
She looks afar. The thickened fog.
Birds are flapping in the void.
As daylight swims through open skies.
Hunters watch in perfect poise.
The grand, elusive countryside.
Rocks slope down to exit signs.
She'll fall in the great unknown.
She'll awake in natural time.
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