Travel Pix

Outside the bike shop, waiting in the car,
digesting lunch I gladly paid to eat
(while visiting, 500 miles far
away, where loved ones live and snacks are sweet),
I gazed at scenes unlike the sights my street
affords: a different cityscape than home.
I ventured out and paced 2 dozen feet,
and shot the scenes that illustrate this poem.


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