In Limbo

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He drag-walks down the gravel
shoulder of the road, bag in hand,
moon milky-white at a point
above his head. The map, folded
in his pocket like a love note, is no
help to him now. He is between
landmarks. No trees, no signs,
no houses. Nothing to hold onto.
Drag-walk. Drag-walk. Over that
hill. It’s hard to see him now.
Drag-walk. Drag-walk. Gone.





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_Elsy_ said...
Jun. 30, 2010 at 7:46 am
wow, you have a lot of talent. 5/5 :D btw-can you check out some of my stuff?
 
ThisLitIsBananas This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 4, 2010 at 4:35 pm
Thanks so much! Sure thing :)
 
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