he crosses all seasons,


jagged paths

stitched to paper maps


past meadows

cleared by hands


towns with forgotten


iron fence posts

empty buildings

exhausted like a

defeated fighter


one more corner

and another,

following after

like a wheel

off balance,

desiring a warm

cup of coffee

to heal the wounds


even for just

a moment


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