Road

I come upon this here,
my life, it would seem,
a bend of road, all these things
placed for some purported purpose,
and rain that’s fallen here –
how it has puddled

A road with mud and gravel,
a road with evening sky,
the path I travel,
a way to sometimes fly.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2023

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