In college
I was fortunate enough
to read Blue Highways
and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance,
both of them
tales of wanderers
in the hidden byways
of America.
I didn't think of it then,
but they were helping explain
not only the country
but myself
to me.
And so I suppose,
like any poet,
I sing of myself,
now,
about my part
in a much larger tradition
that continues
to this day.
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