Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Rodak's Writings: Tripping

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Tripping


I want

no destination

I want

a highway — climbing toward dawn — and the horizon

and you

beside me

with no map

on your lap
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1 comment:

Lynne H. said...

Who needs a map when there is a highway ahead?

My kind of poem.. enough said without wasted words..