A Year of Poems – Day 123

Running still after all these years.
When will the steady beat of feet cease?
when will the pavement melt to meadows
and the dead flowers bloom again
in a medley of multifaceted light?
There is no turn for this poem to make
only pressing forward, out of breath,
as the road stretches on towards the dawn.

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