The Journey

long live adventure

By Christy MunsonPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

because the expectant skies

would soon sully us with belly rain

and slumping roofs

like wizards’ hats on thatched cottages

could not stop raining cats and dogs,

we ran headlong

into the arms of that small fishing village

along the socked-in southern coast

with whisky peaty on our breath

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we were unfettered

in threadbare peasant clothing

that suited us for a time,

our warming hands beholding

a satchel of jangling coins

and your silver pocket watch,

the arduous journey

laid at our feet

our adventurous selves

blistered

but impervious to defeat

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My words expose what I find real and worth exploring.

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