kennesaw stroll (seeking)

the fool had thought
after eight hours
trying to get to where
he didn’t want to be
to do what
he doesn’t want to do
at a hotel
that didn’t want him there
once his head
hit the pillow
it would be curtains
to a(besides her)terrible day

so he gave up
the ghost of hope
after a three hour nap
to lay
fitfully staring
at a ceiling
that doesn’t have
the nuance of his own
it was time
to hit the now familiar streets

it’s gotten cold
in georgia
in the middle of the night
the streets seem barren
as the blocks melt
into a blur
of half slept walks
lost in his own mind
one way streets
that end at her eyes
as his wayward soul
seeks the shelter
of her heart

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