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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