Billboards

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Far away from my city, its roads
Far away from familiar abodes
I'm in a new town, where every tree
Shows what it is to forget and be free
Their leaves, their colors, their heights
Their shades, of captured lights
The way the dawn light glints
Its style of stealth, new tints
Of sepia paints on dry walls
New warmth of life, new footfalls
New aromas, new earth, new grounds
New ebbs and surges of sounds
Awake and rested today
In a new land far away
The bliss of this new alone
All familiar, yet all unknown
This place, everywhere I see
Everything unknown, but me 
This life's new story page
Its walls for miles engage

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From the bus, by the windowside
I watch the walls, as I ride
For miles and miles and miles
Billboards, all colors and styles
Stories from a new kind of scribe
I must find new words to describe
New forms of new feelings express
Complacence, warmth and finesse
I ride, contemplating them all
I ride for miles by the wall
Graffiti, and posters in print
Give a beautiful, colorful glimpse 
Into life that is simpler unknown
Into alleys of bricks that are sewn
The billboards, to stay as you pass
Repeat every new story to last
I see one, new, bleached in the sun
I pass one, then I pass one, then one  
It goes on, and then on, and then on
Some stories new, bright, some torn
And then in this world that is new
I see a poster of you, and you, and you
And then my heart fades again
A new story begins to begin

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30 Mar. 2018
10:13 pm