Crunching Gravel

Path by DC Lessoway
Path

what in the soup broth goes there
fly my imagination
flee my witts
with clicking, parched tongue
‘hello, hello?’
in silence worse and wears
on my nerves thin
then, then, sweet, kind, Sol
rises in pursuit of shadows long
onward, without dismay or distress

Photo and Poem © 2012 by DC Lessoway

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