New Horizons

As a poet it pays

to travel around

And visit new words

in verse still unfound

 

The time and the place

you hold in your hand

To barter the truth

as beauty withstands

 

As a poet it’s wise

to cross every line

To scale every mountain

with peaks still to climb

 

The muse of a traveler

when strange and unknown

Your spirit set free

—the horizon your home

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

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