on the way, 3

i wish
i could have
taken the road
with only direction
and no destination

how wonderful it
would be

to just go
and go
and go

yet i can’t
resist the tendency
to invent some
place to be,

as if there has to be
some reason to drive along
a twisting coastline highway
other than the existence
of the sea and the trees

and how divided
most other days are
from the rolling hills
and the farms and
the cows who provide
the cream for my coffee


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