Dreams line the highway
Of my life
Home as wife

Like shooting stars
Exploding into fireworks
Then fade into dust
Raining on rooftops

Steadfast are flowers
Growing in cracks
Gutters and sidewalks
As constant as the sun

Life abounds on edge
I sit poised waiting
Open doors saving
Sight for sore eyes
Oatlands, Tasmania

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