Broad is not the outreach.
In the land of weathered Oz.
An influx of flexible impossibility, written among the clouds and stars.
Nature’s waiting room of ‘days to come.’
Pastures green with ivory toppings.
Cowardly lions uttering out,
words of wisdom.
Forest of foresight…
Life in a northern town.
No pots of gold.
No yellow brick road.
Only tin-men made of leftover staples.
Stretching out a poor-man’s rotted maples.
Denim debutantes trading in their ruby reds for gathered treasures at the VFW’s lost and found.
It is a solemn road that leads to life in a northern town.
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