I hear of runaway dreams
Lost in urban places, spilled
Over in halls used as personal
Urinals, a nodding head stills,
A once promising voice.
I hear of deferred dreams
Lost on manicured lawns,
Spilled over in suburban walls.
Shouts of "Daddy's home"
Stills a voice in hidden places.
I hear of spoken dreams
Among the rolling hills
Somewhere out, in barnyard stalls.
A nodding head bends with
Pitchfork in tow, watching
A bus go to schooling
Places you know.
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