#1058 - a way that can't be known

 

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a way that can’t be known

for  ghost writing  

 

I love a street not walked before

in fronding and in flowers strewn

nor any of it seen before

but all this rings

with tunes wings leave

 

come out of blind alley

in jacaranda season

to suburbs grown

with views

 

hazard meandering

mind no step

 

no one has time for them all

but rolling on

just follow nose

 

a downhill lane

leads worlds away

 

you never learn

without first lost

 

I love to hoof it on a whim

to while uncertain streets away

and turn just where I’m taken

 

with not another soul about

though one may never know

 

as many dreamt as here afoot

as all the world turns round

 

where I’ll have gone

is where I’ll go

 

no one must ever know