You will ask how far I walked and I will say
it was to the edge of tomorrow
beyond the marked and guided path
to past the spot where the road ended
and the path began to where the wind
flowed freely over the banks
of the flowing creek
where the coyote howled in the evening light.
Past the end of the path
to where only the grasses grow
to where few men have trod and
no person was left to see but I was not alone.
No, the spirits of all ages were riding on the wind,
the birds that I could not name cooed in their nests,
the coyote laughed at me and with me.
That is how far I walked.
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