road closed
larry blazek
I love the old roads
where no one goes
no one moves a branch
if it falls
no one plows
if it snows
they go to places
that used to be
there're better ways to go
or nothing left to see
except the Mother Gosddessesı
subtle recovery
my footsteps trace
the pavement dear
no one else
will follow me here
down the old road
where no one goes