Walking up the gray mountain
Looking at the sky for the sun
Pulling my pack behind me
Rain falls here rarely.
The land is brown around me.
The crickets have fallen silent.
Sleeping in a stranger’s bed
Hearing traffic below me
Dreaming of another day
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Gemma Stiles
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