We live in secret cities and we travel unmapped roads
— excerpt from a poem “The Cities Inside Us” by Alberto Rios (1998) https://poets.org/poem/cities-inside-us
this paper long ago became crinkled aged ripped torn soft from many years of unfolding folding pocketing life's longitudes latitudes coordinates corners ripped but still as always with patience the horizon sits waiting foot by foot by foot we continue on
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (Arizona)