Maybe, Just Maybe, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

Maybe, Just Maybe

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

 

One line stumbles over into another,

and then that line into another, until maybe,

just maybe, a road appears,

 

or a river, and you go somewhere

with someone you do not know,

pointing out land marks, and local fauna,

 

stopping now and then, to look up

at the hawk gliding without effort,

silent as a thought.

 

Up ahead gradually arrives,

and you notice your shadows

have moved from in front of you

 

to behind you, until, maybe,

just maybe, the road rises,

and the beginning begins.

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

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