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Up a dirt road

cliff lynn

You're up a dirt road
Porch lights are out
In houses unfamiliar as the back of the hand

Fresh-mowed hay
in the endless fields
The baler's in pieces at the Copeland place

Summer rain ain't any more or less lonely
Just because it's summer
Forget what the song says

Here's a dairy
And the mephitic ammonia reek of cowshit
fills the mouth, coats the dentalwork

The asparagus
Is gone to seed

And the second skin
Of country dirt

And you know
If you don't shift your direction soon
You may end up where you're headin'.

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