Nowhere Roads
Northern Nevada,
Where they lay a road
Through a choked desert
Up a mountain,
Then down to another clawed land.
Somewhere between the deserts
I saw a single boot
Dead in the road.
Where was this man, I wondered?
Stumbling hurt among the cacti?
I doubted it,
Peering into the shadows
At the ghosts
Who were nowhere.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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