only because I had been to the bank
decided in the moment to take
a lane travelled before
a long time past
still of the city
filled with cars and bicycles
evening dusk gathering ~
settling into stately old trees
leaves edged with brown and gold
sentinels lining this curving city street
and just behind darkening trees,
gauzy clouds infused with peach-pink and gold hover quietly
a tantalizing hint of the setting sun’s rays
all because I turned a closer corner.
“I never reach those far-off places. New trails tempt me at every turn.”
~ Marty Rubin
Author's note: Edited January 24, 2024
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