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the snow outside is like fallen leaves,

dead and lifeless,

and also pretty. i wonder sometimes

when i look at our

long, crooked road

outside the house, it curves

and turns like the spine

of an old snake.

it laughs with the wind

and cries with the rain

like i do,

it carries us when we are picking flowers

along the side,

we use it as our personal guide

when i used to walk

my dog.

the color of it: milk chocolate with a

bright yellow stripe

reminds me of the color

when it wasn't paved,

i would walk across it barefoot

and feel the hard gravel and soft sand

between my toes

and not be afraid of the red ants

that would sometimes make homes

around there.

the road to me is like a living time line

i have walked and rode on every inch

and i still don't remember

all of it, because there

is so much i have been through

and so much i haven't.