Like a ribbon,
That snakes from here,
To there.
Starting,
Then disappearing,
Into thin air.
The path,
The way,
The natural trail.
Where does it lead?
Dirt, sand, gravel, and rocks.
They’re all a combination
Of individual grains
That rest against each other
And connect the first one,
To the last.
It begins,
It ends,
With plenty in between.
Just because
The whole of it
Can’t be seen
All at once, together,
And from start
To finish;
Doesn’t mean
It isn’t going somewhere.
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