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there is nothing

on the road between memphis

and jackson

there is nothing

but big sky

and fields of green bristle

and flags hanging

hanging

star crossed

star-crossed

and there is nothing

that can stop me

from thinking

about whether or not

my DNA is in the dirt

out there

if there are tributaries

of my juvenile blood

running like veins

bubbling beneath earth’s scalp

if the spirits of my folks

have caught the wind

out there

have caught wind

of my arrival

and limped the flags

just for me

just this once

to keep me brave

there is nothing

that can stop me

im thinking

there is nothing

that can stop me

im laughing

there is nothing

there is nothing

but the green grass

growing all around

all around