The Quiet Road
Streetlights light the way of a wandering fissure in the street.
It opens up a little more every night;
Heavy traffic cleaves the path open.
Destiny.
Persistence.
Wear.
….everything breaks eventually
The soles of my boots are gentle compared
to what usually rambles down it’s back.
Tonight the road has a friend,
I am the only weight it bares.
Under this moon,
this road and I rest
in silence.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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