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Traveler’s Ode

Dao Strom | 03.31.10 | Poetry, Vol3, Issue1 - Spring/Summer 2010
Editor’s Note: Dao has graciously given Rough Copy an mp3 of “Traveler’s Ode.”  Click here to listen.

Sometimes I see the future
& it looks alright
to a man who’s been waiting
his whole long life
to be returned to that land
it was north of somewhere

it was cold and
oh so bright

((& everyone was happy there))

I’ve memorized
every promise
that was gave on that night
we were told
we’d have to go
and had better learn
to travel light

travelersode.jpg

across a sea that would disappear


once we reached
its other shore
& there we’d wear
our hearts
inside
no longer easy for us
to find
for we could not yet be
beings of light
& we were no longer

men

like the ones who walked before
innocent
of wrong or right

. . .

Father oh now I know why
you moved so far away
but your poor mother
she waited
for your return
till her last day

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