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free spirit

that's what he called me
both of us bouncing in the bed
of an old pickup
the smell of manure
swirling around us

hitchhikers
friends for a mile or so

i grinned but didn't show it
he was young
didn't know the difference
between a free spirit
and a lost soul

i guess i didn't either
that was the beauty of it
not knowing

Another good one, Billy. I loved reading it.

Hi Billy,

I Admire what All you have done(without crowding) in the small space of 15 short
lines, with a rich subtext..


No wonder it's also, on my short-list



Michael (MV)

Nice feint with line break on bed.

There is so much wisdom in this poem.

My first nom

Thanks Bob, Michael, Kenneth

Good luck