You will be my navigator,
though you can’t read
an old fashioned map
and your sense of direction
is somewhat skewed.
Let’s get lost together.
Ride the back roads,
turn left on a whim,
buy lunch at a farm stand,
play mini golf in the rain.
If it weren’t for jobs
and an addiction to comfort
that comes with middle age
we’d just keep driving
until we ran out of road.
We don’t want to change homes.
We want to be changed
when we get home.
(From this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Love this,
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Thanks. I’m feeling the wanderlust kicking in.
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It is an addiction, I fight it daily. Go explore locally, you live where others dream of traveling to.
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I never considered that I live somewhere others want to visit. I suppose everyone does.
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Yes, that is how I have designed my blog, local travel to me is international travel to others
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Very smart.
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Completely romantic. Well done.
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Thanks. My one true love is travel.
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Recalculating…
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Turn the GPS off! It will only take you where you want to go not where you need to be.
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