The Farthest Distance

December 2006


Walk me home with the heat of the day, we’ll rest our minds under the bridge, with broken bottles and teenage graffiti, runaway buses leave us behind to linger in local parking lots, fast food chains, super markets and shopping centers dread the 3:00 hour, that last stretch home was you and me, the farthest distance to travel, treading the edge of busy highways lined with pine trees, golf courses and speeding herds, we walked smoking cigarettes and unloading our youth.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist