Poetry: The Hiker
The Hiker I snap the picture: his checkerboard shirt, the cap worn like a map of all roads he's walked. Black socks, boots that know the pull of the earth. Two poles, made by hand,…
The Hiker I snap the picture: his checkerboard shirt, the cap worn like a map of all roads he's walked. Black socks, boots that know the pull of the earth. Two poles, made by hand,…