Traveling

Poem By Daniel Thomas Moran

Traveling

Sometimes
I take the
long way
home.
To see
what
I have not
been missing.
To be
nearer
those things
I can
do without.
I fulfill
that need
for distance
and
misspent time.
Semi-circles
in exchange for
straight lines.

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