Monday, November 9, 2009



It used to be exotic
I remember Wow
riding on the turnpike
going to the mountains
stopping at a motel
a pool please, please

I remember delight
the journey was
the destination, alive
seeing new places
mysterious, wonderful

I still search
between the sprawl
for anything unique
get a window seat
marvel at the sights
on cloudless days

beneath, I figure out
where we are, I think
wish they would say
while all around me
people sleep, read
journey my destination

Diane Belleville

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