#43 mirage by Carl Palmer

no trees no traffic just this ruler straight
interstate leading to a blue mountain
range floating beyond the far horizon

silver lakes evaporate at our approach
a sea ahead completely covering the road
retreats in the heat before we can arrive

deserted ancient ocean sand not even damp
as another oasis appears draws us never nearer
to ever distant mountains in the western sky

Carl Palmer, twice nominated for the Micro Award and thrice for the Pushcart Prize by poetry magazine editors, is from Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, VA. Carl now lives in University Place, WA. MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever


2 thoughts on “#43 mirage by Carl Palmer

  1. These images makes me miss living New Mexico. NM will always be called “home” to me and the Land of Enchantment that I come from. The greatest of memories are from there.

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