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Only Bread, Only light

Down the road, down the road, all my friends live down the road. Old folk poem—down

the road and around the bend, ain’t got a letter in I don’t know when. Morning now. Rain.

If I think on it I’m remarkably simple. Papyrus, flute, true horse, following dog.

Up early, knocked about by nostalgia. I think boyhood lonesomeness holds clues.

Goemetrical, blazing, deathless,/Animals and men march through heaven,/

Pacing their secret ceremony. Thank you Kenneth Rexroth.

I sense the precise turn in the road, laid out by the gods’ hooves.

Day night our prancing. Thank you Pentti Saarikoski.

Living “up the road” from those I miss, what can it mean?

It means you are a centaur, with light in its eyes.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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