in three days i head east east east.
out of stumptown
up to the emerald city
over to beantown
and finally, across to the smoke.
i am going to london!
i am going to scotland!
i am going to the garden of england!
when i was twenty-five
i flew to paris.
well not completely.
i had twenty rolls of black and white film
and my journal.
this time around?
i’ve got butterflies…
in the meantime?
and i hear ee cummings whispered in my mind…
somewhere i’ve never traveled, gladly beyond…