A connoisseur of words
Scripter of footnotes
Scrawling in freehand
Calligrapher of roadways
Journeyer sans GPS
A traveler, preferring
Plain pen on paper
And maps, pondered
Criss-crossed lines
Of places he knew
Routes and back roads
There and back again
To him maps breathed
As words, as open windows
Letting in masses of air
Here’s where you are
Where you haven’t been
Only late late at night
Thumbprinting pages
Scribbling his heart out
About ends of the earth
Did he get a sudden jolt
A vision of a bend of road
And just over a gentle rise
The longing lights of home
©2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings
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