Outside Of TOwn



That road to the middle of nowhere

Where emptiness collides with nothing

Wind blown whispers in red stone wrinkles

Gravel dusted nostalgic ruts

Ditches festooned with rock piles and toads

Pueo’s airways when night descends

Not even radio stations go here

In the secrecy of the cliffs

Where rainbows play with wild goats

Like the cloud banks play with frothy waves

And the car creaks in protest with every curve

Puddles of rain’s memory muddy the tires

As I motor past the road signs and concrete

To where monk seals claim their right to be nude

Stretched out on the sand scattered with shells

Warm from the loving of sunshine




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