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The Unicorn

by Jennifer L Banks

I met a unicorn last week.
Beautiful and tall.
Windblown, wanderlust, unique.
He cannot ignore the call.

Off the beaten path he travels
Across the lands alone.
Not a care what may unravel.
Following his own time zone.

To get aboard a northbound run
Then a diesel filled left turn
Following the colors of the dying sun.
The smell of dust and fumes do burn.

His thirst he will hopefully quench
Listening to the stories of the people
Sitting along a worn greyhound bench
Gazing at bright stars, lonely faces and steeple.

Into the wind he disappears
Weaving paths and continuing to roam
Unicorn, I hope you find joyous tears
Find this place in your heart you call home.

08/16/2004

Posted on 08/16/2004
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/18/04 at 04:09 AM

'Off the beaten path he travels 'Across the lands alone. Not a care what may unravel. Following his own time zone.' sounds like a being in quest for meaning.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/18/04 at 12:49 PM

I love the way you see the fantasy mixed in with the reality. Wonderful world view. Great read.

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