Gret

I like to go to
places I don't remember
places I have never been
places where my traces 
clamber out of my face

Places I pace
less aim
more nameless

Where the albatross scoops
enough for another hundred miles
marking not the topography of the ocean
only the low altitude metronome
viscous wings and the melody
of a mountain from years ago

Where regret cannot yet land
for there lacks re: petition 
and that prefix
has no fix 
when nothing's been before