This poem happened very quickly and this is a first draft in the raw so do
help yourself to C&C.
TRAVELLER'S TALE
...was like being alone
where to survive had the only
importance
where food was sought on
reaching
that town or village
shelter
was found in places where
we would never return
was home for a night
like Matsuo Basho
a poem was the only remembrance
after staff and hat were lifted
and the journey again begun
on a curving path
where the end could not be seen
bw
James
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