No-Name Byway
Lone, untravelled. Dusty, moaned through.
Before all such, I think
In a dry, but land's forgot roads
Oblivion's wish goads
What leaves, for its departure
Day's, unacknowledged in
Of those shadows, the saddest
Which lead to one's last rest.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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