Roads Revisited

Stone. Old.
Black river. Asphalt. Cold
and paved with gold
and of the bones of the slaves of old
Roads less travelled
Concrete dreams stretch out
Immeasurable, unravelled

Broken back of midnight paralyses full moon
Light floods the room
Expels gloom for memory;
The swoon, the soulful croon of the lovers’ tune

A mirage in the sand dune

Nomad squints among motes
and with undying sorrow notes:
One cannot swim if assisted to float

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