fool’s gold

the only outstanding thing
about him
was the warrants
he ran from
across the country
one step ahead of
bondsman
debt collectors
a trail
of broken hearts
because empty promises
were all he had to give
as the bounty hunters
search seedy
motel parking lots
on the bad side
of whatever one horse town
he rolled into
a tumbleweed
under the wide open
skies of future lies
spun into fool’s gold

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