Thursday, August 16, 2018

poem of the day August 16


A bend in a road
changes direction
with the simple twist
of the Great Wheel
but for only a little while
Like tall mountains
they reach for the sky
until they are driven down by gravity 
into the same old sidewalks 
Where each step is polished by
footprints full of familiar patterns
that eventual steer all lost drivers


back from the bend and into the endless sea

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