In the mirage,
in sun's bending of street,
when the racing stripe
warps wrinkled
as clouds pass as do all images,
as all ephemeral messages,
as all invitations do to inspire us to
look through penetrable haze
on the way to the sun and beyond,
we shield our face,
see our way,
and race.
Published in Forever Journal by Poetic Matrix Press,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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