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I was on a paved
path winding quietly
on a Sunday afternoon.
as a silent decision
led me towards a ledge

The mud was soft
and I could
detect no sign
of footprints
recently

It seemed I was unique
and the end of sight at the peak
was like me
sliding up

Children love the rush to the bottom
adults are changed
by a rush to the top

And as I summited
Expecting photographic glory revealed to me was
a highway underneath
Cars and trucks

sitting people moving

like they have a place to be