Road Trip

We should drive somewhere. I am tired of here.
We should choose a lengthy, lonely stretch of road
Across some treeless wastes, and call our journey
Over when we've reached a dismal town. There are
Fine examples near. There's Ogallala to the west,
And Wichita more to the south, and Mason City
North and east, and each of these is ringed by
Just the sort of sad and soul-less places, cheap
Motels and all-night diners, which might quench
Our wanderlust, and send us on our way back,
Reassured that here is all right, after all.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-10 at 16:31

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This has it all. Bookmarked.