Gone

What am I supposed to do
With all these dreams
That take me to places I’ve been
With people I’ve known
Walks across fields
Where Native Americans gave way
To colonial tobacco interests
Desert driving ranges
Where lone drivers smacked at grief
Blue Cadillacs
Driving speakers to hospitals
The images are not clearly understood
Their touch on my mind lasting and real
I miss these places,
These people,
So much

All rights reserved. Chris Hancock
All rights reserved. Chris Hancock

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