Central

Central

Out on plains
A wasteland
Of painted dirt

Of dirt roads
Of pathways of dust
And mountainous
Track through the
Teeth of cascadia

A blackgull’s call
Echoes from the top
Of the hill’s peak
When you peek over
The edge
To see

A new landscape
A different horizon
Of paint

Of dust

Of a journey made
To find
These plains

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