Wanderlust
Cincinnati thunder rolls
on the corners of my skin
this heart that beats
to the beat of England
whispers Italy within
got no money to waste
nor time to spend
not for mountains
or beaches or deserts
just sit tight
in this little old town
in our little house
with the small minded neighbors
who know all our whereabouts
there is
no sign of danger
in this well known
i cannot stay here
if i never leave
i will never grow.
#smalltown#traveler#poetry#home
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