James and Thomas, Ordinary, Homely Names
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That which travels
Clouds itself. ~ Lorca, “Running,” (Corriente)
The pilgrimage to Santiago or
To Canterbury tries to clear the soul.
It walks and searches wanting to adore
Some essence, something spiritually whole.
Along the way stretch semi-arid crops
Of prickles, thorns, or maybe even worse
