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It is arterial, the road
Constructed long ago
At places curving
And at others running
Straight as an arrow

It weaves through fields
Carpeted in shimmering light
Flowing beneath a cerulean sky
As it twists and turns
Like the sulci* and gyri* of my mind

The road is a myriad joy
Musical, scented with lovely memories
Of winding roads,
I befriended as a boy

Every twist and turn, every ascent and descent
Set my hormones raging
Joyfully
I gasp at the surrounding beauty, swirling

Like clouds from my cup of tea
I listen to the chattering brook
Bearing its fleet of twigs and leaves
In the distance, serene the cuckoo sings

And the song, the road and I are one
I see the music, I hear the light
The ensemble of the forest and infinite
Spinning wheels

Homeward bound

The road

Leading me on