always narrow, weedy and mud slicked
boot polished smooth and sun baked hard
twisting through willows thick,
dip and shinnied around skin barking stones
crossing hot meadows and wind corroded snow
through cedar shade cool
in blackberry tangle grab
low under the alder rain drip
over wire fence cautious straddle
woven roots in the well worn
way looking
at
the direction of the imprints
of familiar souls
the path wear
points the way to where we came and
the other to where we can go
Keep a tight line,
Steve Therrien
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