Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Journey

“Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.”
Dante Canto One- Inferno

Sometime peculiar in my life,
I knew him well
before the perforated stub,
before I boarded at gate four,
before a briefcase sat between my knees
hiding my itinerary, but
lacking the time to make amends,
he never realized I watched
straight roads curve,
dark woods burn,
and that I never cleared
any wreckage, for
what I own is my journey.
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