It’s been an epic journey from Barcelona through France and Germany to the mountains of Poland.
Currently in the oldest spa town in Poland called Cieplice. It’s been around since 1281.
Lushing out in the green, I wrote a prose poem on the fly.
It’s called The Green Ticket.
It is part of my new book of travel prose poems called Dream Dust. Forthcoming in March 2025 from Broken Sleep Books in the UK.
Never Mind the Beasts 
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