Shangri-La and Route 487

Theres a street called Shangri-La

almost too small to be noticed,

hemmed in by maples and fog

just outside of town.

.

I’ve driven by it thousands of times

but have never been tempted to turn 

-what would I do with perfection 

but mar it? 

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The morning light divides paradise: 

I want to turn and look 

yet it hurts my eyes so I glance 

and wish to linger.