Farther

standing in a queue
at the end of my patience
quite unlike this line

wind blown sagebrush-
the road I’m on ends
at the horizon

Posted in Afternoon, Age, Concepts, Distance, Emotions, Faith, Heat, Holiday, Irony, Life, Seasons, Summer, Time, Travel and tagged .

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