I rode the rails from St. Louis to Chicago
also rode them many other places
downtown where my soul settles into its excitement
and back to wherever I have to be, Purple and Blue, in and out
of neighborhoods like Lakeview, suburbs like South Elgin
stretching my limbs across the Midwest
leaving breadcrumb trails so I could always find my way
home, and so you could follow me
when you met my friends John Merlo, Ann Sather, or the 81 bus
even though a lot of times we got lost
the trail becomes circuitous, like spokes of a wheel.
I rode my bicycle
forty miles without any training.
Unintuitive as it seems, we’re built for it, this wandering.
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