Thursday, August 17, 2023

Path (Michael Antman), Sonnet #610

 














The path into these woods begins

With tentative steps on bent grass

Widening for two to walk abreast.

The locomotives’ blaring tocsins

Grow infrequent as the years pass.

Few paths reach a place unaddressed,

Though many have been abandoned.

(Van Gogh’s led into wheat fields

Where all men’s souls are pardoned

With the harvest’s generous yields.)

It’s hard to walk on railroad ties,

The first too close, the second too far.

I walk into woods, perhaps in error,

On a path that offers no alibis.

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