It’s not the pull of

green, the cathedral embracing

this highway that

magnets me forward

but the idea of open sky

calling through turns as

I travel this patchwork of pavement,

a message of might-be’s and

perhaps-es, a promise of

place outside/above these

earth-bound, hard-ground wheels,

reminding me of Somewhere Else

I’d rather be–a shore, a porch,

a bench–notes rising over

stoplights, across lanes

beyond the travelers,

singing me far away~

so I fly.


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