Monday, May 18, 2020

Journeys and Itineraries

How far you could go, how far
You went, the record you kept

For one day’s travel became
At some point the plan you gave

For others to be able
To find you or follow you

Or follow your suggestions
When planning future travel.

I like retrospective plans.
I call them compositions.

I call them poems—what I did,
What I’m doing where I sit

Watching fast clouds blow by me,
Far as my mule carried me.

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