Once you bypass
the last starched lightning tree
you enter a hillside world
of midnight stream
and border wire music.
Here, across shilling debris,
early shadow
and blisters of high mist,
nature composes movement
from iron and broken bone.
heb deitl
Steve Coel
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
Time has no future along forgotten paths. So be it.
The Mercy Path can appear to be grim, tired, depressing. It is however, often beautiful.
