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Travel Advisory

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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

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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

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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