The paths we take though a city are laid out in asphalt and stone
in side-yard fences
in restaurants and convenience stores known and unknown.
I drove down the freeway today, took the less-than-predictable exit,
one later than I'd planned -
paused in front of a neon land laid out
on the vertical white walls of the nearest museum. It
cast a red glow like the firelight of the video installation
in the next room over.
When will I pass this way again?