akin to a dream,
the image, foggy and sorta gray,
Flat Top,
a mesa on the edge of the canyons,
just south of town,
seemed sacred and holy,
still in my dreams,
these past 6o years,
comforting,
a sense of home,
as my journey comes to an end.
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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