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Travel Advisory

How to travel

through white-out country

without erasing our name

without following the cracked free-

ways, instead the words

for the vast bridges

we can't see

the immense dust storm

all around us now

and what was it

that old-timer asked

back at the border

what is the address

of our most recent birth

and what were we thinking

better not to outrun the storm

best be in it

taste the dust

graves in flight






© Robert S. Pesich, all rights reserved. This poem first appeared in 7x7, September 15, 2016, a collaboration with Val Britton

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