To Nowhere, From Nowhere

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We’re on the final stretch of 2010 now. Soon, we’ll be socially pressured into either thinking about the future or meditating on the past.

But before that terrible moment arrives, let’s think about right now.

This calls for poetry, outdoor photos and benign background music.

The Door to the Nowhere 2 by Hamed Saber

Where the Sidewalk Ends
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.”

Roads That Lead Nowhere by Mohamed Hussain

“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.”

plainsong by Robb North

“Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”

– Shel Silverstein

Road to nowhere by Alex Schweigert

Yes. That will solve everything for today.


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