The Road (Written February 21)

The Road


A road once graded for cars,

With stones embedded in hard earth,

Leads westward toward the blue hills,


And eastward still deeper into the woods.

Family-sized apple orchards and the spills

Of heavy stone foundations give proof


That people once lived in this wild country.

At the bottom of a ravine I can see the roof

Of an abandoned house. Where did I make


The mistake that has brought me here,

to this fix? What way should I take,

to escape? Both seem equally fraught.


At one time people traveled this road

And met other people, but I seem caught,

Far from everyone, with nowhere to go.

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