How many more miles
until my long journey ends?
How many more tears?
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My journey begins—
mist from the distant mountains
drifts across my path.
At my journey’s end,
a cricket in the kitchen
seems to welcome me.
Sip
April afternoon—
one more sip of jasmine tea
then the long journey
Journey
the year’s first journey—
taking more seeds and suet
to the bird feeder
Map
a map with no towns
but all the roads are still there—
my journey begins
End
Little brown sparrow,
when I reach my journey’s end,
will you greet me there?
