To hitch and hike
Wash and bike
Travel down the road
To dust and spike
Read and write
And put things in their rows
Against the wind
A tinge and sin
Travel through the wires
The pace replaced
By pause, disgrace
And countered with desire.
I’m going to go
Watch and flow
Travel by the dream
Stitch and sew
And row, and row
And wish I’d never seen
The haste and waste
Of dumps and lakes
Travel up the hill
The give and take
And lonely taste
Of one voice and one feel.
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