A bad road to a vehicle
is probably a good road to walk.
The walk takes you
who knows where.
Bad roads fall off maps
and become lonely places—
places to be alone
among wildlife multitudes.
Out there as you watch the ghosts
of bugs eaten by birds in flight
you may decide it is time
to bury your talisman under freedom.
It may take you days to notice
there are no boundaries.
Neither rivers nor mountains
are boundaries if you learn their ways.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
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I especially like the lines: “bad roads fall off maps and become lonely places.”