The Free-Est Form of Transportation
Veil of snow impeding my desire,
I trudge in spite of you;
I trudge because of you,
my legs knee deep in ice.
Frigid wind conspiring to obstruct my path,
I trudge despite you,
I travel through you
and my body heat will survive you.
Hopelessly wandering the barren ice,
seeking a reprise.
I am cold, I will surmise;
yet I shall overcome the pain
to achieve my destination;
...because public transportation
should be free and the free-est of them all is walking.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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