Sunlight
hides in the deep wood-
A fugitive
fleeting between the trees
And time
exists without hourly pleas.
The
path is merely steps taken in the passing
Of a
day - gathering and leaving all that is good.
The old
man wandered through his thought
Alone -
but for his companion of twenty years
Who is mostly
blind though still owns fine hound ears
And they
both understand that soon a passing
Would
be and they shall carry on without fraught.
For now,
they walk together slowly towards the light
As they’ve
done many times traversing their lives
Crisscrossing
the mountain avoiding lowland hives
Where pain
and joy are apple pies in passing
And
instead, cherish the evanescent insight.
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