the road unwinds behind
you. the trees finally
free, like you, of the burden
of leaves, stand grey
and naked on either side.
you can't go back,
you can't forward.
you'll be here for awhile,
in this place you call
home. maybe forever. maybe
this will be your last
stop. don't count on it.
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