There are places that I go

that are special only to me.

I know, because I’ve brought friends there

and they always tell me, “No, it’s not that great.”

Everybody has a boundary

A place where things become less familiar.

When you reach it

you don’t quite know where to go.

I’ve spent a lot of time in the same place

Even when I’ve had chances to leave.

I’ll force myself to visit other places

but I usually can’t wait to get back home.

The strip of land that belongs to me is four miles wide.

It extends from one library to the other.

There is a bike trail that connects them and a river that flows past my house.

The golf course it full of memories. It runs next to the highway.

I see the highway man looking for golf balls. And I wonder about him.

There are so many people like that

who I know, but I don’t know.

And perhaps, it is better that way.

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