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The Muddy Path
The muddy path took me away
from the glory I once knew:
Sunny paradise, white beaches
pleasing calm seas - so clear
the ground shimmering
in breaking beams of light.
Perfection, pure perfection.
My boots sink into the ground
soaked from tears fallen since.
My jacket hangs heavy over my shoulders
droplets dripping every other step,
fighting their way forward somehow.
Above, the horror breaks into clarity
a brief vision of hope winks at me
before a howling ghost pulls me back
into the low hanging winter’s day.
Next to me, Charlie wags his tail,
begging for a treat - so innocent.
I play along on this muddy path.
Affection, pure affection.
The ball flies into the clouds
catches a passing beam of light
as Charlie jumps, I feel alive.
Affection is pure perfection.
©2023 Sandy Seeber-Quayle
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