Along Highway 95 South Poem by Day Williams

Along Highway 95 South



If I pick up
a cactus sprig
and scratch my poem
in Nevada's dirt
amid the sagebrush,
And no one reads it,
is it a work of art?

Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical ,whimsy
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Day Williams

Day Williams

Fresno, California
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