Around the bend
There were naked trees
Letting the breeze through
Shading their own roots
In snow and
Greeting lonesome souls
But I walked by
To follow the road
And when I reached the meadows
Where in rocks I once covered
A name I had given
To those I had not yet met
I looked back.
The road was following me
July 21, 2024
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2024
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