The Road stretched into the Unknown,
It was foggy, so I felt strangely disconnected,
In odd places, someone had erected
A white picket fence,
But only a yard or two long,
So it ended almost before it began,
It added to the sense of uncertainty,
Yet one thing kept me driving,
The welcoming pink blossoms
Above my head.
© Text Caro Ness 2016
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