Country Path

Tyrone Graham
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read

Footsteps, whither do you lead me
down this country path?

Where will you take me and have me see
what mystery, down this path?

— Stretching, I know not where,
’tween green thighs parted to bare
only this country path.

There is some strange attraction,
some strong fascination in the air
soothing my brow and my wrath —

There is a subtle communion
taking place between my toes.

That spark of my secret self
is held captive in my soles.

Do I really feel the gravel soften?
Do I pass the milestones of the past?
Is that the future I see reawaken
in the distance that I’ve passed?

Feet, do you know
where we will go
down this country path?

— Winding, I know not where,
leading, I know not to what,
drawing me on like a magnet

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