Missoula, Montana’s Steve Saroff tells the story of a drifting runaway who walked thousands of miles across….

There was a day when I woke up
and knew I was leaving.
The absurd grit had gotten
behind my collar and into the works.
The sky was perpetually dirty,
like an industrial twilight of broken dreams.
People whom I had tried to love and befriend had become strange and cruel. Nothing was right at home. Even the coffee was bad.
So I left.
Highways became roads became trails.
And along the way there were
emerald lakes and silence.
Like this place I chanced upon.
I thought about calling you
to say that there were no more questions,
but I had lost your number, and
wasn’t even sure how to pronounce your name.
When I really tried to remember, I realized that what was needed most was to forget.
So I did.
And then the coffee, and everything else,
started to become delicious again.
– Steve S. saroff
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– #vanLife
– #poem

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