Wayloo

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Turnip Belts

Domino Horizons

One afternoon, the trail ended.

At least that's what the sign said.

The sign seemed confident.

The trail seemed less certain.

Wayloo stopped.

The sign pointed toward the ending.

The breeze pointed somewhere

else.

A butterfly ignored both.

It was trying to catch

a wandering Tuesday.

Nearby, a fence stretched across

the path practicing a plank pose.

Its posture was impeccable.

The fence appeared pleased

with itself, like a turnip wearing

a championship belt.

A leaf drifted over it.

Three dandelion seeds wandered

through without showing

identification.

The fence seemed untroubled.

Farther ahead, a horizon rested

beyond the trees.

At least it appeared to.

Wayloo looked closely.

The horizon had already moved

somewhere else.

Wayloo followed.

The horizon seemed delighted

with the arrangement.

A trailhead wandered past,

looking for its trail.

Wayloo pointed toward a hill.

The trailhead thanked it

and continued east.

Farther ahead, the trail curved

around a bend.

The bend curved around

another bend.

Both seemed perfectly

comfortable with this.

The horizon remained exactly

one horizon away.

Like ants carrying dominoes

in a parade.

Everyone considered this

excellent progress.

The fence appeared to have

taken up wildflowers.

The wildflowers seemed amused.

By dinnertime, Wayloo had found

a domino parade, two horizons,

and a bend leading somewhere else.

The sign kept pointing toward

the ending.

The trail kept wandering off.

And the moon smiled upside down.

The earth whispered, "Wheee."

And there are popsicles on

Thursdays.

Horizons play dominos

Trail bends likes it that way

— Spunky Mind

See you on the trail...

in the magical world of

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