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Some home spun travel guidance |
Departures Departures, holding patterns Destinations where we're drawn As mountains slowly flatten With excess baggage worn Weathered and well travelled Concealed in the hold With clouds outside the window Obscuring the folds The creases in our passports The leavings of our pasts A duty with a price tag Free to flights flown fast For those that run at touch down Move fast with runways hit Soaring where the heart flies Landing where souls sit Like palm trees in the darkness Silhouetted in the night Landed after sunset, and shuttled out of sight With Landmarks left for taking, for tourists to trade Vacations of our making Our ticker tape parade Padlocks wound through lengths of mesh Pied pebbles in a pond Bridges spanned, yet never crossed Ripples, skimmed too long Pennies spent in fountains, proof, of wishes yearned, so deep Wells where wishes weather, wear In fathoms, secrets sleep Lying broken in the bush Abandoned in the brush Where tourists don't entertain With hours spent so rushed Ricocheted to rivers' ends We never stop to play The joy that starts where rivers bend Chicanery's life's way With holding patterns, holding fast Departures where we're drawn Wear your excess baggage proud … arrive before the dawn |