NOT THE “SAME ROUTE”

 

The route I took walking home,

Late that night alone…

I’ve reversed driving

Memories surviving,

In daylight is not the same road.

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Can’t hear the water gurgle,

Or the dogs bark against any “burgle”…

Other sounds are nixed

‘Til my muffler is fixed,

In a varying roar I am encircled!

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The pace of my walk is gone,

What takes a few minutes seems wrong…

The effort I made

On that upward grade,

Was hard, but I heard bird song.

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I couldn’t see the “goose landing lights”

On the mill-pond dam, at night…

Devoid of mystery,

Just driving through the scene

Is not the same as walking there at night.

 

–Jonathan Caswell