The sign post stands

outside the theme park.

The car park is full,

though still it doesn’t

stop others from seeking

a vacancy and relief.

But you just drive

on by, past golden

sands where tanned bodies

and surf make pictures

a valuable addition to

the album. Up into

the hills along modern

curves that print the

way. At the rest

stops, you pause but

soon your journey knowing

somewhere out there is

your own personal niche

in this gilded landscape.

Down into salad valley

that remind of packaging

for some odd reason.

At the road’s end

you debus and ready

the next stage. By

foot or pedal you

enter into this vista,

set aside or private-owned,

for your indulgent search

for something always outside

of your imagined perception.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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