Tuesday, November 6, 2012

I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque

Delicate lines of frost
have appeared on the sunroom window.
Absorbing the early morning sun
they put me in mind of a map,
hubs and spokes,
urban areas connected
via single lines which run through
vast expanses of prairie,
touching countless lives
while I sip hot coffee,
then exhale,
forever changing the map.


  1. Love the title, Jerry! :)
    And that poignant exhale. Everything we do matters.


  2. Thanks, De. Is it wrong that a quote from old Bugs Bunny cartoons was the first thing I thought of?