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A trail leads to the crest of the hill

A slow walk

Notice rocks shift with each step

Thinking about that moment

Wondering while winding along

Aimless with purpose in solace


I remember a story

However it only gains strength

When retold in detail

Moments to help recognition

And then before, again, one time, always

Another reality that was owned alone


The sun is shining

And eyes explore the landscape

Crossing the moving highway

Another part of town

Just on the horizon

Glances into that one time …


I might rather just keep walking

Indeed the retelling might recall

A vulnerable moment

To help define that arrogance

That quiet, screaming insolent past

I will tell just as I remember it all


The gravel created impressions on my jeans

And my elbows dug into the soil left behind

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