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a place off the tracks
with a bush, a creek, a secret path
through foilage around the bend
all leading to it

a clearing in the distant
metal scraps all about rusting away,
sheets, tires, fencing, clothing
a pile of junk

climb the hill
it’s wide and tall
with scratchy grass to lay on

from the top
you can see it all,
everything really,
and get a feeling of peace

but there’s a sharp pain
when you hit the bottom