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 […]

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