Somewhere south of the river,
I lost my way,
somewhere between
a live oak and a stream,
crossed one too many times.
I found one way back
to where I thought I had been,
looked back,
and in a stream of consciousness,
which burst from some pocket
in my frayed jeans,
gave up all hope of return.
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