I've got an itch.
a
hankering
to catch
a freight train out
of town.
run with a single bag
and hop
into the open
car
heading south.
i'll leave no forwarding
address.
i'll cash in my chips,
keep my money
in my sock.
I can pick oranges,
I think.
even now
at this age.
i'll be the best orange
picker in
orange county
and be so tired i'll
finally
get some sleep.
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