(Entry for the Pondering the Pavement Poetry Contest, sponsor: John Lawless, submitted October 19, 2025)
The freeze-thaw, freeze-thaw of Newfoundland winters plays havoc with the pavement. Cracks become divots. Divots become potholes. Potholes become trenches. Trenches become craters. Exaggeration? No, not really! And what lies buried beneath? A treasure trove of history and mystery rarely, if ever, to be uncovered. The past in the past in the past... in the present. We stand on the shoulders of all those who came before until, one day, we become a part of before. Pause for thought.
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