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Shuffling down the line
First the right rut, switch to the left
My soles wear thin.
The road is yesterday's, my shoes wear the same.
The wood on either side
Contrasts the rutted path.
Twas easier before to see the ginseng.
Now there's nothing but leaves.
The brambles to the right
The brambles to the left
Their pain I want.
The banks loom.
My shoetops are new
Yet my shoes are old.
I awoke too late for the beaded dew
And supper is at six.
Walt Michael
