Certain Journeys
The real denatures, the
artificial turns brittle in
the sun. She followed
what was now a marked
path back to the starting
point. Found fungi of
strange colors, pieces
of metal, polycarbonates
coated with a film of
white dust. She gathered
them up as she went, small
bundles, several trips. Re-
assembled them in what-
ever manner that they held
together. Started out again.
This time a different journey.
© Mark Young 2019
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