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Endless Trail

By John I. Blair

Whatever the fruit,
I mean to trace
This endless trail, to chase
What lies beyond the bend,
Desirable, elusive,
Unknowable place.

The wind blows in my face,
My eyes weep, skin tingles,
Gnats cling to my arms,
The sun beats down
On my sweating head,
Stinging with delight.

Around me, hints of night.
The long and glistening river,
The duck-dotted ponds,
Silently listen as I pass.
Every mile looms new,
Every mileís the same.

Iím confident whence I came
But not sure where Iím going;
Nor do I much care.
I just devote my body,
My mind, my bliss
To the pure pursuit.

©2004 John I. Blair

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