Thought Minion

Fields of sand and

flakes of dried up trees
under an endless skyway
that teases your senses

I'll get there in a bit
you think

and down the hill
in the wavy air
that sea of asphalt
suddenly looks like
god's chosen gift

except its all a lie
and maybe its all true that

the devil doesn't live in georgia
but on a dune of hope
looking down at splintered remains.

(Picture by Melissa at o.f.i.a.b.)