Desert Crossroads at Dusk.
If we had thought
At this interim,
Where he plants
His graveled head
Lifts his back
And carves the sifted plain
To greet our tread,
That surety were
Merely the lengthened
Shadow of our sweetest dreams.
Then had each herself
Her own heart reprieved.
Whether her path into the darkness
Or the sinking fire led.
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I like the graveled head, and how it makes me think about how a path like this might have grown through from the past. Makes me think of aboriginal songlines
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Thank you Bjorn
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