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On The Way 

dancing with an old partner

swooning in the turns

dotted lines on black asphalt

swoop into valleys

pound up the sky

taking me places

places I want to go

places I don't

rock tumbles

to the dance floor

deer make their sacrifice

maps are a promise

and a lie

historical markers

still life

dead as bronze

on the way

to Redding.

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