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Stepping Stones

Each day
we drove on
to these stepping stones
on our trip home
back across the nation
saw places too big to fathom
desert which stretched on forever, unchanged for centuries
occasional border patrol checkpoints along the highway
vast skies over dry mountains
then eventually the sand gave way to green
the waters drew close again
we heard 2013 arrive
from our San Antonio room
by the next night we walked
the streets of the French Quarter
observing the spoils of the night before
lingered over a meal of Big Easy favorites
the promised land was within our reach now
we would tarry there
until the next chapter began
but the highways have never
stretched away
so vast, free and wild since



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