Excerpt from The Road Into Town

I always watch along the road for the spring below the mountain.

There the wild green cresses grow beneath a dripping foundation.

I love that place along the  hill where the path curves sharply down,

carrying travelers high and low on their way from town to town.

Sometimes the rocks shine in the sun.

Sometimes they’re laced with snow.

Summer, fall, winter, spring,

the wild green cresses grow.

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