On the Road Again Again

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Originally uploaded by douglasstruth

One day you realize that it's never "just one more time."

There's always another. Another road, another entering and another leaving.

I want to stay in this cozy room with the flowers and floor lamp; there's a sense of a nice home behind, where a grandmother or great aunt lives and waits. It's timeless, with a mantel lined with black and white fotos of men in uniforms and women in aprons.

A screened-in back porch, shucking corn and listening to the clothes dry on the line. An old man has puttered contentedly in a warm garage where the smell of old wood and motor oil combine. Jars of screws and nails, saved from other projects, in a row on a workbench. A spider web.

I want to stay, but it's not possible.

On the road again, again.