The land that time forgot

I don’t know why

I’m always

forgetting the land

that time forgot.

***

It seems like

something I would

be interested in.

***

But — I forget. And

then a friend will

remind me that it’s

only about a mile from

my apartment building.

***

“Oh yeh,” I’ll say, as

we drive past the exit,

suddenly remembering

the land.

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