The Road
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1 min readJul 29, 2020
The road behind never slows
In its winding, fleeting kaleidoscope dream
Like a chemtrail fading into the sky
Memory loses focus after one cycle
But then a flash, a vision, a picture in time
Sometimes a sound or even a scent
And that road has stopped for a while
Cratered enough to interrupt the flow
Right back in that moment
Nostalgia forks the road and offers a restful pit stop
Outstaying a welcome has diminishing returns
And so the road propels again