it’s all in the strides
that move down the street ~
solid grey carpet rolled out beneath
a path laid down with creases and pebbles
quiet picket fence stands at attention
summer flowers nod and bow their hello
~ scent of dry dusty afternoon with
an abundance of sunshine blesses the day
“Never depend on the road, depend on your strides.”
~ Munia Khan, author
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