Yellow
the sky opened wide
yet the truck sat still
violins played
through the windowsill
every inch held meaning
and i listen still
where are you within me
where are you without
somehow connected
in the silence and cloud
a lifetime passes in moments
some moments
drag
hard
like
drought
the road grows long
into the distance
and yet all i can do is
follow it with my eyes
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