in Rio, West Virginia,
(pronounced RYE-oh)
and you happen to be traveling down the
only road there
Keep an eye out
for the “Free Library”.
It seems redundant,
but considering the gas it’d cost
to get to a real library,
“free” seems appropriate.
And if you’re ever in Rio,
look up that old guru I talked to
one afternoon in the lysergic sunshine
about the chaotic forces of existence.
And smoke a spliff with his son
beneath the old spruce tree by the pond.
If you’re ever in Rio, West Virginia,
Check in on that memory of mine
so I can be sure it hasn’t gone away.
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