the Good in Good-bye


How far down can I be?

From the life that swallowed me.

Wandering down the same faded lanes.

Looking for mythical messages…

In this, the most old-fashioned of New Hampshire towns.

Where antiquated becomes motionless.

Laying about without a sound!

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I would put a name to the provocation.

But am not quite sure how.

It is an unequivocal ride.

That will not end.

Not end until a name is pressed in stone.

Until then…

It is the longest of journey’s home.

 

 

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