A year of abbreviated distance

The wide world reduced

To walking distance

In a hipster neighborhood

The streets have been walked

And rewalked for good measure

The only variable is the other walkers

And the mercurial storms of the Rio de la Plata

A year only on foot

Nature only that this is prim and clipped

For urban beautification

Ecosystems represented

In lone tree embassies

A thirst for the open road

With no open avenues to whet

As one cycle ends

The blossoms again open 

The open road calls

The passes have been cleared

One year spent yearning

Perhaps the next will be in motion

The path ahead is unknown

But its possibilities are as open

As the endless vault of the Austral skies

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