It was a summer day

spent away

on a road without names

or numbers

an unknown destination

absent of stress

a wind away from

the start

a breath nearer

to the end

a back road where

long shadows

are welcome

and night breezes

welcome the passage

of gardenias

and the sound of

very little

or nothing,

in the space

where familiar



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