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Unintentionally at first now so obvious

Desert highway off-shoot boomtown

Pit stop for the wandering and weary

An oasis between light bulbs of thought

And long stretches of darkness sublime

I can never leave the past here fast enough

Yet all the roads of romance lead me astray

Up the five to the ninety-nine, I travel

Only to come back again to retract again

And reverse yet again to return to extend

Where love can’t escape or truly mend

From the weight of it

From the wait for it

The burden is too much

The burden is all-encompassing

The puzzle needs its key piece

I turn the key in the ignition that turns me


Eighteen eyesore wheels carry the burden

Of my ancient scar of heartache untended

Forced by frantic phone call into the fray

Of unfinished business long ignored

Unintentionally, I would like to believe

“Is this all there is?” I murmur skyward

But not one brave soul ever answers me

Near the lone flickering neon beer sign

Outside the last so-called civilized truck stop

On a gravel path at three A.M., Bakersfield

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I find the first five lines to be especially interesting.
Somebody said that every line of a poem should contain ‘a little miracle’.
I say ‘a little miracle’ per poem is a great accomplishment in itself.
Good work.

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Thank you very much! It's when you find someone who falls into a poem rather than just skimming it over.

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