The Road is Long.


The garden will always grow,
alive things will follow
the only path they know,
and continue to live and breathe,
To come and go.
So it is that we arrive
to our own time for loving
to feed the garden
growing inside,
a glory of
tangled mess
and shaky ascent
that is always singing
our own perfect song.
The road is bent
the road is long,
and there’s nowhere else
but here, with the sun
setting for now on
our blazing horizon. -TS

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