I knew at once
When I finally faced
The unmaintained road
That led through the "waste"
I'd gone into a realm
With nowhere to go
Nothing to count
Nothing to prove
My tumbleweed escorts
Lined the sand road
Holding together
A strip of their own
Tiny birds chirping
A dainty soft song
Protected in thickets
Of plum brush now bare
The road led to a warm, sunny trance
Not to a what, where or when kind of place
Thoughts couldn't stand it
For beauty won't dance
With the intellect suitor
Who does not stand a chance
In the innocent place here
Not shown on a map.
-Kelly Voelker
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