I've left it on rock ledges
in elevators and bars
Taxicabs, backpacks,
motorcycles near and far
It's laid on the Great Wall,
as I started to walk away
And fell out of the raft
in Wyoming that day
It flew on the airplane
after I had gotten off
And spent two days in Key West
with Fedex as the cost
It's kept me in touch,
that's important I know
But the voice it records
into words
—much more so
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
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