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.

walk fin

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~ by beatricejarvis on September 4, 2009.

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