Intransigent
symmetry of two-
lane blacktop
walking path entreats me—
stick to the right
side
stick to the
right side
stick to
the right side—and my
legs and I
just comply
thoughtlessly—
never mind
the way each side's
deserted—never
mind what things are like
on the other
side of that emphatically
boldyellow line
—I'd rather wander
cheaply than wonder
free but bound
to such an
expensive new perspective—besides
there are probably
endless ways
that we are free
to see but never
really meant to.
