Adventurer Poem by Valentine Cinnamon

Adventurer



Twisted paths and rippling earth,
packed-dirt roads run off to dearth
travelers wander, heat sears skin, water boils from within
canteens of thick, waxed leather.

A lone rover travels north,
following the stars to move forth,
swathed in cloth, hide, and gear
she hopes her destination appears
before she collapses and disappears
into a scavenger's jaw.

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