Her Fellow Travelers

Boulder storm

Her Fellow Travelers

Light mist rain falls all around on a trek

While hasty approaches the dark of dawn

As gradual in pace air begins to stir above

In this world turned wet all around, through

A multitude of trees, leaves, grasses, people

Weather becomes her, her colours saturated

With curved surfaces, narratives etched by

Indelible ink sharing stories in forgotten words

Escaping dark-waters inhaled through no fault

Where midnight was perhaps a moment ago

In a time when buckled concrete met long an

Unwavering deluge, a flood of days not seeming to

End, but for a meandering journey in the sweet

Company and kindness about her fellow travelers.

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