Passport
The whole world is spherical – I know, because I trekked it –
Always passing clockwise,
Passing to the left.
Onto America, vast and eclectic –
Just roaming, you guys,
Always heading West.
Showing my specifics at ev’ry border-post,
Always passing clockwise,
As tradition goes.
Across the Pacific, port-side to island-coast
From volcanic highs,
To sweet laguna lows.
Onto Malaysia, striding like a dandy,
Always passing clockwise,
Half the way around.
Upon mainland Asia, I passed Mr Brandy,
Racing for his prize,
While always Eastward-bound.
But West for I once more, and headlong through the horse-steppe,
Always passing clockwise,
Most polite and deft.
Home through the back door, from my mammoth schlep,
For etiquette, it lies
In moving to the left.
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