by jenniferbalboa

Pretty? What an injustice. The land is magnificent. And the visionary who beheld it, and the poet who sings of it, are magnificent too, though they cannot accept. Putting in all that’s needed for a journey. A simple stick, the wanderer’s scepter. A spirit bird. And the kid travels from one bed to another. There can be rest anywhere, Jeniper, whether or not you are magnificent. Go on and see for “miles miles miles”, loving “the highway aisle”.