the sky scraped my soul
as my eye raked across
the textured swath of cloud--
bruised for bruising
and hurting like my hopes--
as the aching hills
and dying leaves
became brittle and weightless
the pages of what i wished was my future
were blown away farther and faster
than i could drive
only the sun sought to
brown me and make me a part of them
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