(un)mapped

i get excited
at the prospect
of roads untraveled
conquered by my
curious hazel gaze
new vistas to engrave
into the sea of
turbulent words
the tempest within
that casts shadows
of my favorite
forgotten journies
on the ceiling
when i cannot sleep
and i long to tell
you about the oddities
a lifetime of driving
has imprinted upon me
i turn down random
two lane roads
following the hawks
a trail of roadkill
as the vultures
eye me disinterestedly
and i whisper poetry
to the breeze
hoping it finds you

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