Something
Artist: Agnes Kokot
I stand alone on a bleached dirt road
A wild rose cupped in the palm of my hands
I breathe in deep its dust-sweet scent
Modest of beauty in these common lands
I close my eyes and listen intently
The wind a song like honeyed refrain
Rustling dry grass sweetly soothing
Drifting or am I compelled to remain?
How I wish I could describe this moment
To those who are so many miles from here
That dismiss my home with contempt
Some flatfooted bore that's lacking much cheer
Indeed this broken road behind my house
Is cracked from weather both scorching and chilled
The skies like clockwork do darken
But the thrum of our life is never stilled
What can draw one to this low horizon
The daylight a precious commodity
Years spent fighting the elements
Adapt to survive is the best fit key
So I press the rose between the pages
Of a secret book sure to be written
To this city, a love letter
I've fallen for her charms and am smitten
I am quite humbled and feel overwhelmed
That my love for this place could be so strong
To stay has always been a choice
Yet choice I have not for here I belong
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