The narrow dirt path cuts its way thru the dense overgrowth
Winding thru an insurgency of weeds all competing for turf
She walks placidly on what remains of the path
Destined for its’ inevitable return to nature
A younger girl traversed this trail a summer afore
Unknowing what the future meant
By a farewell kiss and a promise whispered
By one so fervent as the same starry night
An errant bang bounces briefly on eyelashes
Cicadas sing their mating melodies
She hums softly to the universe
Trusting that, “Surely fate would not have forgotten me…”
The crow calls a warning to a foe
Doubt creeps in
Wonder, worry that time had taken its toll
Her pace quickens with the beating of her heart
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