Idle Nowhere

Piloting all day
Through passes
And mountains

Dense woods
And hills
Giving way
To a plains

Where the grass
Is dead
Unless it follows
Flowing water

Couldn’t stop
At the edge
We had to tilt
Into the valley

Where valley people
Have so little
To do but build
Their own cities

Harvest their amnenities


Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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