(thin soles and holes: a motif)
13 years ago this week I arrived in Mount Carroll, Illinois after 3 years in the desert. I left Phoenix in a rare rain storm and arrived in typical December weather. My shoes were unprepared for the cold.
Category Archives: travel
a flood
Beloved —
our absence
from one another
washes me away
like
a heavy
summer
rain
Leaving Goattown
the bus station is more of a ghost town
than it used to be early maybe but
it always comes to mind, that time
once in Amarillo saw a man gunned down
wrong place wrong time in the wild wild west
Well Sheriff I reckon that boy had it comin’
and here in Cincinnati, I listen to footsteps long
bereft of feet still waiting for a bus lost in Virginia