there's a certain beauty in traveling
the same roads; not knowing frost's
ways. i dream of leaving: alone to
another state, another country, may
even be another side of town. a radius
so small has been my life and unlike
most, i have no common person to
visit, or even miss. in a city this big
it is easy to come and go without
a tip, without a wave, without even
so much as thought. i am often set
right in the middle. never recalled
never forgotten, never even there
