Every detour is a destination
in itself
unknown to maps and compasses. Only feet
can find it
and only
when not looking back or forward
but sideways.
There's a reason the childhood call
doesn't begin Street
but Alley, Alley,
All Out Are In Free.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Unsanctioned Diversion
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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