A Pathway
By-Amanda
D. Petty
A rainbow of unfamiliar flowers marched
with pines, oaks, and ashes.
The plants held in by an old fence.
Below the barrier, soft grass
covered the ground.
A faded, aged-well, opened gate
intrigued me.
A dusty, old, well-traveled pathway
is calling.
The trail divided a soft row of
grass in the middle.
The unsettling illusion of two roads.
Far distant, behind the trees, gentle
sunlight glowing.
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