Dirt Road
misty sticky morning stroll down the dirt road waking
bug repellant hand rubbed legs in lengthened strides load making
soon the cadence matches breath and meditation conquers
sounds from woods and gravel steps blend with jackets movement
like reeds with strings and clarinet causing sweet bemusement
She speaks and wakes her kindred soul so lost in fogged content
He laughs and answers in control aware of her amusement
it's just another morning walk both caught in contemplation
they fit together like two feet each different yet the same
The forest creatures watch them pass in camouflaged discretion
they recognize a pair enthralled and matched to play the game
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