New Poetry Wednesday: Yellow Tape

Yellow Tape

Out of yellow tape
In the wrong town
Taking marching lessons
Thought I had nothing
Nothing left to prove
As I passed through
This tavern roadside

Out of yellow tape
As I marked my roads
Never traveled to end up
Here on this losing hand
Falling into love with this
This gutter water dream
Rainbows coming down the pass

Out of yellow tape
In the wrong town
Where roads never lead
Only Mina’s lies sustained
Strange times are change
Jingling in my pocket
As I passed through

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