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"Finding My Way" by Richard Luftig


No one in town seems to know

their way around these county roads

that have only numbers for names,


and about all the farmers

can say for sure is how much

tonnage each local bridge can take.


This terrain so full of hills

and tricks where, as trees grow

thicker, roads grow thinner.


Roads that run like local

rivers that turn and quick-

change their minds. Roads


so convoluted that it might

just take an hour or more

to travel the twenty miles


to the next county line.

But how often has it been

that I have asked the way


out of here and was told

You can’t miss it only

to find later how badly I do?


 

Richard Luftig is a former professor of educational psychology and special education at Miami University in Ohio now residing in California. His poems and stories have appeared in numerous literary journals in the United States (including The Broadkill Review), and internationally in The United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, Europe and Asia. Two of his poems recently appeared in Realms of the Mothers: The First Decade of Dos Madres Press. His latest book of poems, A Grammar for Snow, has recently been published by Unsolicited Press.





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