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Across classrooms and countries,
through careers and over continents,
along siesta beaches, winter swamps,
oily shores and fluorescent grocery aisles;
Through the streets of unlearned cities,
over and over and over bridges to the sun,
whether to fantasies in the skies, awash in clouds,
or slums accosted by half-wit lunatics;
Despite separation and self-induced suffering,
days spent pondering broken hands,
queasy nights anticipating the worst,
cursing perseverance and stubbornness;
There is no other path to follow but this one,
no other beacon but the first, the callipygian,
that heart, body and mind chose that day,
forging undying allegiance to shapely hips.
See Andrew Whiting. Read Andrew writing. 