Saturday, March 7, 2015

(XVI) I Have Yet To See

I hear distinctly
The solubility of my feet
Catching up to me

Like faint whispers of
Threaded thoughts
Sealed within the
Transparency of
Shattered jars 

Little things remind me

Of who I am to be;
Of the solubilty of my feet
I have yet to see
In front of me
Turn concrete

Like

Roots of the
Giving Tree
Implanted to the road
Less traveled

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