water rushing underneath, carrying
so many tons of soil, sand and snails.
cement blocks balance precariously
next to a fallen tree, in the end,
unsuccessful in life, toppling under
the stress of water rushing by.
my route to work is broken,
no more leafy trees sheltering me
from strong sun or vicious winds,
I'll ride along a busy road, exposed
to car exhaust, dusty breezes,
and hot sun.
I will miss this path through the
golden days of fall, but hope to
ride again in the white softness
of winter.
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