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Elgin Unexplored

I -15 is long and lean
And tracks the Spanish Trail;
In double queues we set our cruise
And roll as if on rails.

No left, no right, just hold on tight,
We warp to worlds afar;
Only knowing where we’re going,
Missing where we are.

For years untold I’ve ran this road,
Making time and running late;
Elsewhere bound with hammer down
Across the Silver State.

On a mesa lost, I’ve often crossed
The Elgin exit sign;
In a land so bare it seems to dare
Me leave my plotted line

To take that trail that runs to scale
The distant hills of dust
Where devils swirled to paint the world
In creosote and rust.

The things I’d find all play in mind:
“Is Elgin town or camp?”
With mournful glance I pass the chance,
Continue, moth-to-lamp.

How I lament the years I’ve spent
With speed my focused goal;
And all the places, friends and faces
Lost within the toll.

So I don’t care if nothing’s there,
Just know I can’t afford
To end my days with eyes a-glazed
And Elgin unexplored.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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