Road Man

Solitary, stolid, grey, confused…
By the evenness of living things,
Blur of green, its softness,
Hum of bees in crawl of day,
Heather shade in the dim of light,

Scuff of shoes, snapping gravel,

flap of pants against a wizened leg.

Oh summer, you biting beast…

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