We Came Upon This Road

3. 

In time, one gets closer to the precious fruit. Back matter is leafed-through

Small, ungrafted and fine. An initial harvest ground in flames that, thankfully,

Did not oxidize before it was panned. In the past decade alone in the kore's mirrored

Shades--Only when lacking someone to do things for her, and the compact's

Baggage entrained, did she opt for the modern experience on a lovely beach.

Unthankfully, the speech and slide magicians find their way to dinner tables

Forcing the sticky taps in the facilities beyond. Composure, that is the compact

Between herself and the woman frowning hard, who stands on her left in the avenue

Of limes. An entire morning passes without a sound. Those inexplicable ways at table
Hoping to change her mind, until the thought of one's unlikely apparition walking

The shaded side of the road inclines the moistened cheek. To meet where your avenue

Withdraws from the road, my dust is crouching there. She is expected to stride forward

And clasp the approaching stranger of your shaded side, wrought on by your walking.

She thinks she is hurt by this doomed project or the answer lies in removing to a leafy

Glade. One darkly suspects she is asleep, yet she steps in floating dust, where you forward mail.

We set out for this path unencumbered by labors, which for a second, seems a girl again.