Monday, April 25, 2011


They stretch behind like 
marching to a hungry sea
All the identical rooms
identical hotels
identical offices
in identical cities
on his orderly planet.
He looks around
he knows them all
the places he's been.
Traveled the world.
He's seen it all
around the corner
on his own street
in his hometown.
He sees the greed
in other eyes.
Deaf to the secrets
his own heart whispers.
"Nothing left to know"
he says
at his feet a surprising world
in a handful of soil.

copyright William Seward, 2011

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