MY FAVORITE BOOK

Come along, old friend.
Let’s walk your road again.
I know each bend,
each rise
and fall.
I know it all, yet
every time you show me more
a twisted root
a hidden door
a sheltered nook
I’ve passed but never seen before.

Let’s run your road, this well-worn path.
We’ll kick up dust,
and later when I stop to rest,

I’ll feel your breath upon my back
press me
                                                                                     toward

                                                                                      The End.