I walk the road back
The one I took at breakneck speed
In last night's sleeping memories
It lights on the day
As the road paths to dirt
And we hike through the tall grass
Sloping upward
Into different gravities
I see an intersection
Stemming out of sight of my
Pictureframe shot
One to the gorges
One to the wetlands
And these places I have been
But I take the path on
Under sun-dried oak trees
And a dirt road
only buggies and birdsong
Ever bothered
To my grandmother's home
I am greeted by the proprietor
A quiet lady
In the dusty wooden cabin
The ways are low
Shorter than I must be
But I manage to find the room
That I will spend the rest of my days
Reading in the waning light
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