Rock Meets Bone
My heart left home…
I was bad, bare, alone…
I found myself there
Where rock meets bone.
I went out on the road
With another load, hoping
Never to be known….I
Couldn’t forget, but I could
Try not to remember.
Truck stops, steaks and chops,
Stares and
trash talk, wading
Through just to keep going, trying
To see where rock meets bone.
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As close as I've come to a Yeats poem
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