The Open Highway - a poem by John B. Moss

	The Open Highway

The road ahead
Has miles to go,
Even though it’s

Hard to know
If somehow you’ll
Get some thing to show,
Have stories to tell;
Where have you been,
And still wish to go,
You know.

Beyond the crest of
Eastward line you’ll
Cross the plane
Known as the Place
Of reckoning, where
Now meets then and
Somewhere else has been.

John B. Moss
© 07/25/2009

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