RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Distant Plains - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Doldrums relaying and receiving messages of life while
resting in netherlands on distant plains.
Tailgating extra ideas while riding various highways throughout life.
Counting religiously, facets of heretofore noncommittal avenues.
Finding no way around fragile beings and helpless
on wayside tables waiting for expressions of sound in future images.
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