a brief pause
I have walked a road
my feet are heavy and my shoes weathered with tired holes
a series of images repeats of such vistas
the memory of being alone in bleak climbs that let the imagination fly on the wings of a bedraggled pigeon
this place is nameless
i built a road
i came home
home is falling
the footsteps still continue
a measuring pace
with no certainity.
Urban re:passages 