High Road

You may get there first,
but I like things long and
drawn-out. Like the stupid map.
Did I say anything about
the scenic route? Did I, huh?
So while you were waiting you.
I see. I'm sure the stains will
come out. This is the only one
I've got, but that doesn't keep
it from being frequently considered
disposable. Why else would I have
written words like these all over it.
And other thankless tasks. I said
I was sure. Wherever you are

©2004 F.J. Bergmann

"High Road" appeared on blackbox 2006 Winter Collisions.

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