Here,
where young people
never return
and there
are no paths,
is the place
language goes to die,
and old people
still stop to watch
lost cars
drive pass.
heb deitl
Steve Coel
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
There is an echo of hardship here and little to celebrate.
I have, it seems to me, become increasingly focused on what is being left behind. Forgotten.
