KOA

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KOAShe cleaned the KOA bathrooms, wiped mirrors with a clothafter many years of trying, her reflection wouldn't rub offshe still saw herself, as a scared and foolish girlwho thought adoption, was her only optionso she gave up her only worldthat St. Christopher statue, was missing an armshe put it with her daughter's toys, to keep her from harmnow her baby's bright red hair, haunted ev'ry dream and mirrorand time is wind, the job she took back thenhas become twenty yearsit's fifteen dollars a nightshowers and electric on sitesome on vacation, some on the runsome don't know what, they're running fromfor them life is a blue highwayand she's seen them all at the KOAshe bought that place years ago, she'll tend it to the endbecause strangers are her fam'ly, morning is no friendshe studies trav'ler's faces, guesses what their stories aresuccesses or failures, are their mem'ries empty trailerstowed by lonely carsit's fifteen dollars a nightshowers and electric on sitesome on vacation, some on the runsome don't know what, they're running fromfor them life is a blue highwayand she's seen them all at the KOAthen she sees a trailer, pulled by a smokin' Fordbroken old statue, on the cracked dashboardred-haired girl at the counter, eyes full of lost yearsa child and mother, stared at each othertill all they saw was tearsit's fifteen dollars a nightshowers and electric on sitesome on vacation, some on the runsome don't know what, they're running fromfor them life is a blue highwayand she's seen them all at the KOA(c)2006 Robert George

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there was a nice message here I was gonna reply to but it vanished. oh well.