ZMP ~ hills in the road
The road goes up
and over a hill
there it ends
and disappears.
I know it goes
on and on
but I can't see
this hill's beyond.
I only see
a road before me
reaching upward
steadily climbing.
Anticipating
reaching this peak
then beyond
I will see,
more hills
that roll along
this road traveled
that I am on.
Not quite always
a rhythmic mode
every step over
hills in the road.
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