Tracks
jogs through mountains
straight and true.
Stones line its two flanks,
markers evenly spaced,
the runners the carriers.
Life usurps the edges,
a border for noise + speed,
a rough yoke for it all,
seeking to keep time in.
Tuesday, 20 July 2021
A Poem a Day (456): Tracks
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