so many more roadside wreaths out here where youth have so much less to do and yet so far to drive to do it Shadorma November, Day 7 (six days late....) (...or does that make it five?...)
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
so many more roadside wreaths out here where youth have so much less to do and yet so far to drive to do it Shadorma November, Day 7 (six days late....) (...or does that make it five?...)
A Prayer Like Gravity 
poignant, the flow of form used well with sentiment
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Thank you, Elliot.
I am quite enjoying the finding
of what thought fit in this form.
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Well done – this is bizarre maybe, but do you know or remember Burma Shave signs? I can see this poem done that way on a country road, one line at a time, spaced out, a message to make people think. I hope you like the idea. 😉
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Love it! Though I do remember the signs, I think it’s more from a little book my dad had of pencil drawings of some classic examples. I feel like maybe I saw some on the road but I could be imagining it. Memory fills in and fudges the boundaries.
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It does, that’s truth! I think we saw them in upstate NY, when we’d take road trips. And when we three kids got cantankerous, my father would say he’ll give a dollar to anyone who sees a deer. Deer were much less common back then, and a dollar was big. This also brings to mind the frequent roadside memorials we saw in southeast Arizona, a place that fits your description. Perfectly.
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