Somewhere I took a wrong turn
Perhaps I thought it was a detour
I ended up on the parallel path
I get glimpses of the road I should be on…
Through side streets flying by.
I can’t seem to slow down enough to make the turn
How did I end up here?
It doesn’t feel quite right… yet
It is the road I know as I have traveled it long
I can’t leave it now, but I feel
I should be over there…just to the right
So I shall be back
In another turn of the wheel
After a short stop at the Summerlands
I’ll return to this map
The next trip
I will be certain of the route.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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