visible briefly Is
A lone metal chair
Inside a grove of California trees
Just under a turnpike
(Noticed from a higher road on our way elsewhere)
It sits facing railroad tracks that, from
The chair’s eyes, run north and south and disappear in both directions
And I wonder whether a young soul
Or an old soul sits there
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Bill and Carol Mays are local writers. They sometimes write together, sometimes separately. In addition Bill provides support services to other writers.
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