that are not, feeling closer
to the frightened tourist and
drunken business traveler
than I do to the twenty
something that I once was.
Time has reassured me
that I will never know
the heights that might
have been or the lows
that surely were or the
vast
middle path
that lies between
the two.
Tonight I will sleep
in a luxury hotel three
blocks from the capital
as a result of no particular
fault or success of my own.
Tomorrow I will wake
with a case of amnesia, one
thousand miles from home.
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