Travel Plans

My summer drive to the north
thwarted now with awful fire,
sometimes the best of travel
is to quiet one’s desire.

The birds nesting near me
swing out across gray sky,
and hawks with hungry bellies
go egg-hunting in the tree.

The roads I think to travel
send jitters up my spine
when I see how much traffic
steers into plans of mine.

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