I lust after small towns and
one lane highways…
Empty stretches of road,
closest Walmart hidden
45 minutes down the way.
Deer hunting, camo-clad
burly men with handlebar mustaches,
stick-n-poke tattoos
done over biscuits in
broken-down trailers.
Creek-diving, unafraid of
disease-ridden, bacteria-infested
waters - or sharp rocks underfoot.
I long for simpler times but
know that none exist,
or exist again.
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