your instincts
are still keen.
your eyes sharp.
you smell
and feel what's
up ahead
before it comes.
the curve
in the road,
the fallen tree.
a broken bridge.
the snake
that rises
coiled and ready
to strike,
once more.
you know this
road so well, it
has been
the only one.
are still keen.
your eyes sharp.
you smell
and feel what's
up ahead
before it comes.
the curve
in the road,
the fallen tree.
a broken bridge.
the snake
that rises
coiled and ready
to strike,
once more.
you know this
road so well, it
has been
the only one.
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