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“In Search of El Dorado by Stewart Stafford

A meandering mountain path awaits,
Build a bonfire of remembrance,
With crunching staff on gravel,
Certainty slowly becomes a stranger.

The funereal pace of the brand-new,
Is reborn in accelerating steps,
In concert with liberation's adrenaline,
And a cooling breeze through the brim.

Startled young fox on a crag,
A hawk circles overhead,
Sage standing stones keep counsel,
Their shadows pointing the way forward.

Sheep stare and chew in nearby wet fields,
Occasionally bleating confused directions,
A pillar of black smoke stretches into the sky,
A beacon on the horizon.

A ridge around a corner,
The crêpe shop comes into view,
Relief exhaled upon reaching El Dorado's gates,
Golden sustenance and home via the car park.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Carcosa, El Dorado!
It isn't a shimmering mirage, a distant dream that beckons with its golden allure, no it is real and it is more beautiful than we could have ever imagined!”
― Ryan Gelpke