INTERNET "PUTARO"A closet poem of 20 years ago
by Old Mother Hippie
Travel Guide
Hello, was it you
Asking me for direction
To get there from here
You want my recollection
But it's after you get there
You know where you're going
And the bumpiest part
Goes through the unknowing
The pathways are crowded
With travelers who
Read other's maos
For a place to get to
You must travel alone
No map can take you
For to seek is the way
Not the path that will wake you