The road

Green grace, creature air is a memory
in this percussive smoke of a place.

The snail, the pied wagtail
brave the pavement;

breathing spirals and stripes with eyes -
a dip and slide of redemption

smaller than my palm
delicate, old world.

LJ Ireton, 2025

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