Monday, November 6, 2023

It Is A Miracle To Walk A Mile

it is a miracle to walk a mile
    along a leaf littered country lane
slow with no destination dire
    only to breathe with senses free
while the high green field giving way to gold 
    sways in the crisp cold kinetic air
and with no need to hide there
    as though some bully in pursuit
        from your home now mute desolate
        combed the dew gleaming countryside
        to grasp and drag you screaming back

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