Go By Hand

Written before 1968, then lost and forgotten.  I remembered it in June 2014,
thanks to Linda Bittner recalling to me her past hitchhiking.
In the morning’s crystal chill I stand, along the roadway snaking through the land. And which way would I travel? Go by hand, observing chance accomplish all I'd planned.
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