A pair of good shoes,

apparel for my walk.

Care for my soles—

bare nor socked matters not.

~

My weight burdens down

byways toward suns, moons and stars.

The road yields, never—

Thoreau, compleat walker, he saw.

~

This path be now to when?—

with map or by sight.

May your souls, as well, find comfort—

day or night, lowlands or height.

~

by S.A. Bort

photo of Key West, FL sculpture by S.A Bort

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