I heart Keno
The silver city nestled
in mountains jagged and round
carved up by miners and their reveries.
The highway stretching
back and forth
to that place
from this one
knows me
but not me alone.
All of us who’ve driven its curves
its flats
its scarred ridges and ruts
have a relationship with each unmistakable section
a familiar friend
a lover of sorts
always advancing
yet disappearing behind
creating a ribbon of ghosts
and calling us home.
Inspiring Message of the Day: Life inspires poetry. We must live it fully and write our own existence with beauty and attention to detail. Every minute counts.
