State Route 148
Waving everyday
At me as I pass
Like a friend
Mowing or raking leaves
A state route
148 sign
Stands solid with
Direction.
My path skirts
Me up quickly
Like wind
Caught in sails
Past the road
Curving away
From where
I’m going.
Next time
When time
Speaks
Affordably to me
I’ll turn
With discovery
Caught in my throat
Like voyagers
Into new lands
I’ll go,
Maybe.
Dr. Roger Singer served as a med-tech at MacDill AFB in