How to Get Lost, Anywhere, Anytime, for No Reason
How in the world did a person get to be where i was?
Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible
by Ed Ruzicka
Start where streets
that run East-West
radiate off a river so old
that loop and rope at their leisure
or off a coast line of Ss and Cs.
Maybe this city’s or that’s
cross streets fall across one another
in an abandoned game of pickup sticks.
Follow your feet. Now evening
can tune its orchestra up while
the maestro waits in the wings.
Sunset glazes shop windows.
Doors three inches thick. Faint
hiss of neon. A dog pees. A horn blasts.
Assume that comes from the harbor.
Walk that way though alleys become
fly-blown and loose fists of men idle
in front of stoops and broken fence lines.
Come out in a small park freckled
with palm trees…
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