Monday, June 07, 2004

The road I travel

I travel
a road of gravel,
of ruts and bumps,
of trees and of stumps,
with hills I must climb
in my own time.

I don't seem to move
until I look back
and see that I couldn't be happy
on any other track.

from Confusion: a finer distinction
by Michael R. Martin c.1978

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