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THE TRACKLESS PATH

36 Years Old

4/21/2020

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She looked out at me
From the back cab
Of a hand-painted
Dodge Ram
And her face was dirty
And her teeth gone,
The casualty 
Of some ravaging
Obsession.
And she sat there
Captive 
To a man behind
Who jacked up some salvage.
Half his crack showing
But he didn't care.
And the woman nodded at me,
A kindness
And a half smile, a plea,
As if to say
See
I still am human
Enough to care
For you and me.
But there.
Now please pretend
That you don't see 
Me here.
Forget that you noticed.
And act as if
I don't exist.
And after returning her smile
And a kindness,
I did.
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