Path Tomorrow
by
Husam (Sam) Salman
And through
The billowing night air
I Pause
At the window sill.
Just feet away
The rolling traffic
Of the neighboring freeway
Remains a current
Of motion.
A constant
Of feeding people
To cities
Like blood in veins,
Allowing,
And lending them
To do their task
To serve their purpose
In their proper designation.
What a wistful woe
Passes my heart
As it grows ever more heavy
And weary
With congested frustration.
Closing my eyes I hear
Engines humming
Rustling leaves
And a siren.
Where will my road take me?
Where do I want to go?
What is my designation
If I so choose it
Or it
So chooses me?
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