the hinterland
from greyhound to port
boarding another ocean liner
five hundred some bucks in my pocket
passport pages filling up
on a mission impossible
to find a place to call home
what dreams I’ve shared
with strangers in the dark
talking about places I’ve never known
certainly how they exist
inland past the towers
in the quiet of the hinterland
be careful where you tread
once beyond the city limits
where the land belongs to everything
and you are but a passerby
taking notes along the way
searching for a resting place
december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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