three
i have walked
for nearly
thirty miles
and yet lack
the courage
to pass through
the sap sticky firs
and on
to other soil
there is no mark
no pole or sign
to indicate
the convergence
and separation
of ideals
*
with one step
into frozen dust
i would be two
countries
away
*
such an important
place lost
unguarded
on an
untravelled
dirt road
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