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Dogs 2017

BLIND TRIP
(9/9/17)

unknown
place

unfamiliar
face

expectations
growing high

as the miles
go by

but it's
just another
city

another
downtown

another frail
psyche

another
growing frown

I should
expect
what I
get

but somehow
I still hope
for some magic

some alchemy

familiar materials
mixed together
to spawn
something special

instead
I'm driving
home
the next day

wondering
why my gas
mileage
isn't any
better