The End of the Road

The road is red clay with sand trailing
into the noble trees in the distance;
A woman from South America hands her
a package of Mayan cloth infused with blessing

She is the woman in the sari from Nepal,
the traveler from the Pyramids eons past;
Her footsteps take her all over the world
to its poets and artisans and muses

She walks on.
Until She gazes with wise eyes
towards the familiar Great Tree
and rejoices: 

She is a Traveler no more.

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