By Patrick M. Tracy
I have stood
at the edge of the bright plain
across the good, cleared land
I have shown those fields my back
of the wood falling upon me
the dappled sun and shattered sky
the low chorus of trees
of the lonely path before me
and every step
breaks faith with something
leaving all promises undone
all ties unbound
are the wages and cost of the journey
of the beautiful silence
of the broken.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
The Narrow and Brambled Path
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