On/Off Ramp

Beggar-ticks and beggars live there
Red-winged black bird,
tall wavy grasses,
feathery eastern red cedars,
untouched trees, jungles, ruins, all waiting
It's the home of fantasy farms, bandits, runaways, hideaway, getaway
Drifter residue in worn slatted Ozark signs
A telescopic, telepathic view transports you to the oasis in a derelict land,
as you're waiting
Off ramp gonna save your life, On ramp gonna set you free

Curated Oasis

So happenstance (algorithm) brought me here and apparently other people too.  The music and the comment section must be curated in my blog to offer an oasis from the negativity on the net from this time in Two thousand eighteen.