along the road

it always finds its way back
when left by the side of the road
with a load of bullshit.
people who can acquit themselves
of anything practice self deceit
and I have had, more than once,
to make a moonlight ride to rescue
my heart as it limped along, strong
in spirit but crippled by cruelty
and cowardice and the sheer magnitude
of rudeness inherent in those transparent
to the sweet heat of an earnest dawn.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.