Pilgrims
In a dying desert lost, Wandering long by paths unknown, Our lives are tempests’ victims, blown As if dry leaves detached and tossed. Forty years, or eighty years For we who by a gift are …
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Ode to a Road
The earth is an enormous spinning ball. As asphalt tendrils grip the globe and squeeze it seems the sphere constricts, and therefore all “point A’s” draw ever closer to “point B’s.” Facilitated transport, in the …