She's learning about the desert
where things are not as flat as they seem.
She needs the plain, the wind, scrub,
no longer believes mirages
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Magnificient poem by Jill Jones The road where past and the future meets, only at the horizons and there’s all that walking in between
eternally everywhere, only bidding us enter into, along with, walking, seeking, discovering...
She's like plants at ground level surviving as seeds through dry periods —there is great depth in this bit of expression. An excellent poem with a catchy title...appreciated.