Metastatic World Traveler

  I’ve traveled, watched places unfold under me, as shirts from beleaguered cases onto hangers. Many streets left behind and those right in front reveal a tourist’s gift, unspoken surprises. Bread, wine, flowers in paper wound in twine grow more beautiful, As my watch, my time, grows long and further from the terminal. Immediately, rushing… Read More Metastatic World Traveler