By Andrew R. Duckworth
I was told the highways are fast.
The taxi driver hasn’t spoken-
No matter, I would understand
Only a few words. Most I wouldn’t.
I may not hear the man at all
As my ears are still clogged
From a nine hour flight.
At 18, I’m interested in fast cars
And fancy suits, not so much
The fascinating landscape around.
Someday, I’ll regret my lack of
Attention to the world around me,
So attached and reeled in to
The material world. Landscapes
Are not a part of such things.
Landscapes tell stories, carry
History, touch the soul.
What lies between Fiumicino
And Roma? I’m sorry to say,
I can’t tell you.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 