by Glen Martin Fitch
Observe a traveler
in a foreign land.
Each habit he tries on,
each sight explores.
As if it were his home
he proudly stands
when each new secret
in his heart he stores.
But soon some flaw
the traveler quickly spies.
Bored with the new
his restless heart will roam
or worse,
designed to change
invade his eyes
to make this land
as perfect as his home.
And I have roamed
the counties of your soul.
Your smile was warmth.
Your wisdom
made me start.
Proud of your deeds
and prouder of your goal,
I mapped your moods.
I searched
your hidden heart.
Please show me more.
Please put this heart to rest.
Make me no exile.
Just a better guest.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011