the road turned at a downward slope
my soles flying down it's back
but absorbing, with each trace
it's skin, my legs spider
walking with a careful ease, absorbing my own
weight against its body
i can trace the skin of these roads
with the tips of my feet i can feel
its heat rising in the morning dew
the fog dripping between its cracks like
sweat on backs except
my feet don't have to graze
search. the promise of pavement
a body stretched out to travel across
beneath these raining golden leaves
always
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