Port Authoritarian

Early Spring

set for journeying

in City streets

mapped on the Heart

Couch Council

advice rendered

hushed with Urgency

results in wasting

I swear I know

my way around

so how can It be

that I cannot find

A $1.10 bus ticket

circa 1989 & now

Hell

You’re sometime else

inexplicably Lost.

Poem 22 of 30 in April for National Poetry Month, shared with Real Toads, where it's Open Link Monday.