Traveled

Traveled
        by Odin Roark
 
Once traveled
    looking back is a
         smoke-filled window.

 Once traveled
    the smoky windows rattle their endless resentment
            at the windy changes.

 But...The changes
      rattles
            smoky windows
               oh, how sweet their receding motion.
                     oh, how sweet to breathe the air of the uphill movement
                             of struggling roots
                                  of rustling branches
                                        of open spaces crying to be filled

                                             with visions
                                     with excavations of the mind
                               with tempestuous truth
                         with directions into endless detours
                   with paths...trails...roads...
roads to be once again...

Traveled

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