I look for strange memories
to bring home to friends,
buildings as high as Sequoias,
people as odd as Martians
I am always prepared to walk,
my laces tied in a bow knot
on my brown hiking shoes,
bottled water in my backpack,
my camera ready to take pictures
of funny billboards or signs
and strange names
for seafood restaurants
I bring an extra sweater
just in case the weather changes
and a tiny umbrella
if the rain happens to fall
I grab the front seat
on the tour bus,
hold tightly to the rail,
and ask the driver questions
that he’s answered before.
Mark Tulin is a former psychotherapist who lives in California. He has two poetry books, Magical Yogis and Awkward Grace. The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories available at Madville Publishing. He’s been featured in Still Point Journal, The Writing Disorder, New Readers Magazine, among others. Mark’s website is Crow On The Wire.
Gorgeously relatable Mark...😀
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a wonderfully relateable poem! I enjoyed it very much.
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