A Hitch-Hiking Man 1962

I am  parallel

to any highway

of leftover towns

from a loving family

long – long ago

the trees are my

guideposts &

I follow whichever

way they wish to go.

I chose this rambling

trail of wishful moments

a life of aloneness-

to be by self

no rules to

live by – a rubble

roughness of life.