golden road

Where are you golden road?
My feet long for your soft touch and steady grade,
And your boulevard of blossoms
Which rain upon the traveller a thousand loving kisses.
Where are you?

Long have I walked.

I think I'll stop now, golden road,
And rest here for a while.
Or longer.
Perhaps the birds will find you and
Pitying my bones will sing to them what might have been
And never was.

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