Halfway

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I drive the Karma down the Dharma
to see the April Maya...

Halfway to the shifting sands of time
(a set that soon
be taken down
and folded in a truck)
to pluck the rock from the Roc

in a field by Little Ponton, stop -
forgotten setting off
too long to go for destiny to register...

White prunus blossom lines the lane;

this is what's real, the road movie.
Brendan smiles at that

as we unload.



..............

American style free verse.


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