The Way
Sometimes you lose itFind yourself in a back streets
counting nickles to give beggers
Stop to help strangers with directions
The carefully drawn map
finds its way to the bottom, shoved
under trinkets, pocket books,
the expired coupon you meant to use
It takes one wrong turn on a back road
to spark memory, cause you to burrow
unfold the story of the way you were going
And see if there's a new way to get there.
Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poetry by Heather Taylor
posted by Heather "Tails" Taylor at 2:49:00 AM
1 Comments:
i love it. getting lost in town. better early morning. watch the sun goes up, the people slowly start their day. roam here and there, have a coffee and a local chat. so much insperation comes when getting lost.
and there is always the way to find the way back
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