Friday, July 3, 2020

poem

Vantage Point

We are all just a vantage point,
Random pull-over panoramic lookouts
Off Shenandoah’s Skyline Drive,
Dusty detours to desert sunset vistas
Along scorching southwestern highways.
Shattered mirrors, scattered
Shards of rhomboid glass
Reflecting views
Of a world desperate
To see itself.


7/2/20

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