Line of Sight

the North of neglected roots..

my past is in the dust

kicked up by these boots

I am now fully grounded

on these small-town routes

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and dirt under my fingernails

while the sun hits my back

the North of neglected roots

re-staking an old map

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once, a jaded searcher

now, a protector of my worth

ten years I feel I’ve fallen

the sun shines from this day forth

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caveats surrounded my youth

i’m re-interpreting the signs

my line of sight now crystal clear

those old bearings: left behind

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through this valley of dust

a different path, I carry on

up the hills and through the grass

a newfound line has been drawn..

Fair Oaks Bluff, overlooking the Sacramento Valley

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