Written in the Minneapolis Suburbs, '97. Published in "This Hard Wind," "Poetry Junction," "The Zine," "Write Away," "Makata Unpoemed," "Flying Mermaid Newsletter" and "Poetic Voices." Self Published in 17 states, 3 countries.

As I have walked

The crisp chill air of winters decline
as it drives me to seek the freedom
of the open road outside
stretching before me like a
black broken beacon
perpetually upon the horizon
it reminds me of past paths traveled
.
As I have walked
down the cool repose of the Americas
I have seen such beauty
in the simple roadside blackberries
and kind faces of drivers lonely
awaiting their call to open roads
far from the solace of the final cup
and word of warmth from waitress weary