Escape

By David Mecham

Inside the tunnel of brown haze,
the road is road uncomfortable,
as most worth traveling are.
Through open windows
magnificent scenes fill
this resilient old Jeep.

Music heightens the air,
Distracting me
from the desert breeze.

Beauty pulls rain.
I sometimes miss the taste
of sweet showers
or bitter tears.
The country is parched.
Maybe the earth needs a good cry.

Loneliness
can be unearthed here,
like it could be in rapture.

The land is home.
I have been released
with the knowledge
that I must return.
But from my prison
of block buildings
and hollow agendas,
I can see
a kingdom
of never-ending prairie
ruled by mountains,
and take comfort
that I can escape
again,
to this abandoned heaven.

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Categories: Issue 4, Poetry | 1 Comment

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  1. Cork

    It’s nice to get away both mentally and physically from time to time.

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