crossing over
the border
into the night
no passport
nor visa
at hand
determination
desire to go into
another land
on his guard
eyeing with
suspicion
murmured “poet”
above his breath
in local dialect
was it a curse
or welcoming
into his province
would I scribe
of love
longed
or merely
a passage
without rhyme
line forgotten
stanza remembered
ode to a broken heart
