Charlie and I have been travelling for a long time.
By truck mostly, whistling, walking, singing and winging it
Though our truck stopped in the middle of the night
there was light enough to see the love in their eyes
two small boys
lost in a sea of sand
not sure whether to go on
legs too skinny to stand
a slanted tarpaulin hous
a wooden slat bed
just enough for us to lay seven heads
two boys
a lovely lady not their mother
food
storm
swim
lost undies
two boys
pure
love
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