Jason Visconti

Sometimes A Small Journey Is Enough

It’s as if your footsteps become hoarded like diamonds,                                                                                                 As if your travels swagger like a sail,
As if the mission of your hips is to pose and be done,                                                                                                       And an ocean’s wave creeps up to you to be unveiled,
And you are the nomad and the land is the wind.

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