Journey America
Pennies clink, two cents transfers love,
watched by machines without a face,
a piece of silver—records won’t erase,
As a boat floats in a muddy cove,
Forever, the coffee color of dawn,
discovery is spoken, in secrets clear.
Your mind is beautiful but rain draws near
our tracks in the snow, now gone—
I lived in the twentieth century, you know—
Hinged to forgetfulness, like a door,
I feel horrible, yet they feel no more,
never had it been done so—though.
A voyage begins, to see America free,
It’s raining for love and for no reason,
a hatless moment, with no season—
It was written in the stars for all to see.
Hate replaces love in stories instead—
nine things I never knew before,
like poker chips and secrets galore,
the farmer grows but no one is fed.
A surprise waits, so close, yet unseen,
a fever of gallows, a monument for the bold.
where the future of us is paid for with gold,
and beautiful thoughts and double-edged dreams.
WoPoLi 
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