The nonsense of the world pulls away,
withdraws behind uneven ridgelines.
Serious crimes thump dull as distant
war drums in the valleys, but I am done
listening to love songs to consumption
and slogans trying to peddle more.
Heavy feet don’t cover the same ground
as quickly as yesterday’s forgotten
urgencies that once surged incessantly—
that drove the train well-off worn tracks,
to shuffle instead upon solid ground
that never ceases to amaze me.
drycrikjournal 
Your words, your thoughts, are wonderful!
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Thanks, A, in light of what all’s offered in the media, mostly ads, withdrawing makes some kind of sense to preserve oneself. Have a great weekend! We’re staying off the main roads.
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