Thursday, October 2, 2025

Lost in a maze June 1, 2025

  

I am lost in a maze of streets I did not even know existed or have forgotten since my last trek here,  this place where horses used to tug barges along a canal dug across the state, a journey  through my life even though I did not exist back then when the barges did,  my life measured out not in teaspoons but in the remnants of this thing that existed here before the main roads came, I am anachronism, out of time, wishing to live when the barges came and went, now sentenced to existence of watching these spaces, filled in to create an unrecognizable landscape in which I do not belong

 


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