midnight
black jack speaks to me
kerouak thoughts of freedom
turn right
last light ahead
dropp me at the corner please
an open road to somewhere
an open road to nowhere
an open road to cower in
an open road to towering cities
an open road to wearing civvies
an open road to clearing trees
an open road to fearing less
an open road to herring dish
an open road to Cavendish
vermont
where the journey ended
and life began
any life begging
a lifeboat rigging
to cling onto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem