On Dirt Roads

On dirt roads in my mind I look for you;
Across each dry and dusty stretch of ground —
Misfortune like a wind that whistles through,
And blows the dirt and dust each-all-ways ’round —

It is out in the country that we’ll meet;
I know it like I know that I’m alive —
On dirt roads in my mind I look for you;
That someone worth the work, the walk
The drive

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