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The Roads I’ve Traveled III (Home)
By Andrew R. Duckworth The minds around the fieldAre inflated, not with knowledgeBut with dastardly ego, the sortThat stays quiet until you’reOut of the room. Driving hereFeels the same as it always did-Numb, nothing out of the ordinary.On some roads, you can sleepAnd still end up where you need.Out the window is flat land,And little…
The Roads I’ve Traveled II (From Fiumicino to Roma)
By Andrew R. Duckworth I was told the highways are fast.The taxi driver hasn’t spoken-No matter, I would understandOnly a few words. Most I wouldn’t.I may not hear the man at allAs my ears are still cloggedFrom a nine hour flight.At 18, I’m interested in fast carsAnd fancy suits, not so muchThe fascinating landscape around.Someday,…
The Roads I’ve Traveled I (In the Valley)
By Andrew R. Duckworth The highway is quiet at daybreak,A few semis between AlbuquerqueAnd Santa Fe with the tires andEngines echoing in the valley,Mountains on every horizon.The orange glow reveals a shadowOn the wire fence posts- a largeBird lurking about as we fly by.It’s the only ominous sign.Valleys are described as beautifulAnd treacherous and I…
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