There is a fear I have
a trail trampled moss
man-made gravel
walkway in the wood
forest soil beaten down
hundreds of walkers
different style boots
scarves and Camelbak
water pouches
all living in certain
sweet responsive time.
we look each other
in the eye passing through
lives alone
yet always wandering
in the middle of the
forest a natural
silence where
lays a solemn
vow is always love.
©️ Scott F Savage 5/2020
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