The end of a long drive--
filled with people
who still insist
that paying attention to their driving
is not as important
as the text they are sending
or receiving--
culminated in cresting a hill
to see green fields
waving in the breeze.
The skyline of houses
and steeples
I call home
stood waiting for me
like the great city of Oz
and I like some weird hybrid
needing a brain, a heart, some courage
and feeling a little lost
just needed to cross these vast
green fields
in hopes that after I did,
everything would be ok.
Somedays, I do believe
there really is a wizard.
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1 comment:
I love it! I'm glad to see you still write some poetry. I do every once in a while myself, but not as much as I'd like. It's been so long that sometimes it seems like it was in another life that we were on the Runes staff.
Josh
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