All my blood was flowing over the speed limit.
We are closer than we've ever been.
I whistled to the marmots in the rocks to call them—you didn't know what they were—I was faking knowing how to call them but they came out anyway.
Never in my life more have I wanted a key to the city.
Give me
Never in my life more have I wanted.
These birds,
they sing.
My lips vibrate with the hum of the rushing water.
The heated points all over my body pointing out cities you've been to
and cities you've yet to visit
and where you live.
Never in my life more have I wanted to travel and not know my destination.
-Dana Winter
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