L'aura del Campo

Two April fools

Two April fools

Warmth in the valley, snow on the peaks, mud in between.
Trails led over last year's depressions, past ponderosa,
patches of green. I didn't mean to step on your toe.

But you forgave me then and a thousand times since.
Roads don't always have a destination or dead ends.
We managed getting lost, the anxiety of intersections.

What direction brought us here? Our trip began
with one kiss that led to another that led to another.
And here I stand, deciding which way to continue,

as if any way but you ever mattered.

© Kåre Enga [176.15] (1.april.2019)

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