path

i walk the path behind my house every day, like a prayer, the steps of my feet on Hay and Grass the only hymn I've ever sung.

new Blades shoot up between the Straw, to the side of the asphalt that burns my sole with every step

i have no wish to trample down the new Shoots of Life, but i have no choice:

it is Springtime, and i am only human.