Secret Ingredients
Shelter
battlements of stone
rough hewn from the living rock
ever standing guard
–
howling wind
seeking refuge behind
these stone walls
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
Away
high above the clouds
all my worries down below
so far behind me
–
steaming tarmac-
a double rainbow
delays our flight
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