Passages

stillness of a September breeze a heartfelt morning chill one highway out of town another back a hidden waterfall five miles off either road green neon lights in darkness a beacon on the highway coincidental talk with the cashier an ounce of chocolate ice cream bought falling pines call for another to sprout years measured by rings of a trunk falling leaves and sprouts and other incarnations new friends on the road I come back to those at home time measured in weeks stirs stories told