POEM OF THE DAY
September 27
Home is on the roam
A pilgrimage, gold dome
Alone, solo out of Show Low
Solace chasing moving quick, though
Face masks blast past, twilight zone
Heart is on the range
Sunset fire grilled flame
Never remaining unchanged, thanks to pain
I remain
On journey, the gurney for my soul
Home is on the roam
A pilgrimage, gold dome
Alone, solo out of Show Low
Solace chasing moving quick, though
Face masks blast past, twilight zone
Heart is on the range
Sunset fire grilled flame
Never remaining unchanged, thanks to pain
I remain
On journey, the gurney for my soul