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Carl "Papa" Palmer·February 21, 2025

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Mirage

written by: Carl “Papa” 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
seas ahead completely covering the road
retreat in the heat before we can arrive

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

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Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer.
PAPA’s MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever!

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