(dedicated to Walt Whitman) I can recollect a dream of mine where I followed him around the city like I was a lost dog waiting to be found. He never took the direct route unless it suited him and stuck to side streets and their various unpleasantries. The way he stepped, it left the impression that he owed so much to everyone that he could never repay it all. Yet I always wondered what he saw in such desolate places but never could grab hold of his hat to find out.
Reason for writing:
Walt Whitman is an inspiration of mine, so I wrote a
piece meant for him. Let me know what you all think,
as I welcome comments GREATLY!
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