free to wander

cloth sacks of sand
filled to halfway &
double-stacked haphazardly
alongside dusty road

lie in wait for those
lost in thought over the invisible lines
hopeful to escape with more than just
the air in the lungs

when it is over will we thank
our lucky stars or will
we know to which north our compass
points

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