Erik Lundgren
the red barn passing through
The red barn passing through
my schoolbus window
passes through a story.
It’s a mission:
nobody talks and they let me off.
I scout the castle at the end of the lane.
The dirt is bright,
and I have rocks
for the villains in the alfalfa.
the red barn passing through
The red barn passing through
my schoolbus window
passes through a story.
It’s a mission:
nobody talks and they let me off.
I scout the castle at the end of the lane.
The dirt is bright,
and I have rocks
for the villains in the alfalfa.
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