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Today’s Short #Poem 135

A million waymarks point inland,
relics of meltwater, volcanic rock,
martyred monks, tarmac B-road.

I rest beside a rusty bus-stop.
An outcrop, interwoven greenery,
clogs the plateau. Gathered tumps
of stony loam, accumulated gravel
and cobbles, form statues
aligned in a grid.

Every song
every prayer
every dream
is yours.

Ashley Bovan

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