I didn't find the Greyhound station
godforsaken -- it was downtown quaint,
gritty-great -- Greyhound is good!
throwing out an un-thawed chicken
salad sandwich before boarding
sleeping while passing cornfields
a trip to my young adulthood
the university town that has haunted
my dreams, my psyche -- I can not
move on with my life until I face you,
Ann Arbor, you were my destroyer,
you were Shiva, my transformer
only these rolling wheels, these reaching
souls, quiet companions on a journey, 28
years in the making -- only these can carry
my heart to its destination
Monday, July 14, 2014
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