on the full circle

Driving down the road aimlessly,

the only aim being to remain aimless

other than small miniscule impromptu goals

along the way

in order to maintain the sense of



momentous wonder,



and beauty

resides in that hallowed place.

A man and a comfortable vehicle

on a road trip through mountain passes,

sitting alongside a pristine alpine lake,

roaming through local thrift shops,

crossing over state line,

only to cross back again,

on the full circle.


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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