The Road To, Not A Boulevard

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they lead with their faith
but run with the pack
testament to a tribal map
making a treasure of Damascus

and that X marking the spot
makes me cross

a contour without detour
nor peaks and valleys

A Freeway with no need
of rest stop

A Turnpike without
temptation

A effort unworthy
of the journey.

A self-righteous right-
of-way

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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