Old Ways

There’s a road
off the main one
at an acute angle
but the
road isn’t sharp & focused & of a piece
it’s crumbling
the chemicals of the asphalt
cracking &
preparing a warm bed
for grasses, weeds.

The road
doesn’t go very far
but it seems sure & unafraid
and I think
shouldn’t the things of man
be terribly afraid
in the face of nature
green in leaf & seed?

But the road
old conglomerate
of ancient decay
& stone isn’t to be
divided from the seeds & leaves
so easily.

It’s actually in a state of grace.
Iron nefariousness
doesn’t crush it down any more:
it’s blocked off.
Future reclaiming and, perhaps,
preserving the past.

A fork in the path
that is hopeful and terrifying
all at once.


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