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tonywalt
08-11-2025, 11:14 PM
I only meant to stretch my legs,
the afternoon not yet decided.
The dog trotted ahead,
nose to ground, certain of things.

I had not counted the hours,
but light thinned—
a wind came
like someone clearing their throat
in another room.
Branches stiffened,
and the air pressed closer,
as if testing my resolve.

The path bent.
Or I did.
Somewhere a landmark—
a rotted gate, a broken stile—
failed to appear.
The dog was gone,
its absence a gap
I could not call into.

By then the cold
had its hands on me.
The trees thickened,
each one the same.
I turned, then turned again.
The fence sagged, inching towards the soil it would join.
I chose a way at random,
and the path went on
and on.

tailor STATELY
08-12-2025, 04:06 AM
A bit of an enigma for me... perhaps travelling the same road at different stages of life?
Enjoyed :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

tonywalt
08-12-2025, 11:11 AM
A bit of an enigma for me... perhaps travelling the same road at different stages of life?
Enjoyed :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thanks

Danik 2016
08-12-2025, 03:15 PM
Also enjoyed your atmospheric poem, Tony!