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Mar 2015
I’ve been here all  the while.

Like an old truck stop…

A dwelling full of life..hardly noticed.

One day your spirit tank runs dry

and you must stop and stay for a while.

The once overlooked dwelling helps through filling

the tanks of those left empty handed

The other spirit leaves, thankful, for not being left out in “no where land”

to die stranded.

The exchange is of care with no need of personal gain

Simply “I’ll come back to visit” and “to bring some friends with me.”

To the stop that helped a stranded visitor

Return on their way

Simply out of care to see to it that they are able to continue,onward,

to another well traveled day.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
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