Roads Of Man Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Roads Of Man



Riding the bus across country leaves no time for fussing
or fuming, just resting, head back, enjoying the view.

Landscapes constantly changing, rearranging themselves
into different cities and states, individually independent,
traveling down roads of man.

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