You’re envious of my travels,
No doubt. That’s understandable—
The viny semiotics
Of exotic place names
Conjuring dreams
Of romance and adventure,
The rough signage
Of vagabond wanderings
Calling to you, from Kitschen
To Patio-gonia to Wet Bar-racoon
And back again. I just want to say
I’m thinking of you,
Old Friend, even here, in this remote
Outpost of civilization,
Companioned only by Gauguin’s TV,
His popcorn, sofa and slippers.
Edward Miller teaches writing at Madera Community College. Included among his areas of interest are outsider art, street photography, and the American vernacular. His work has lately appeared in Open Ceilings Magazine, New World Writing, and Discretionary Love.
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