some marched merrily
some pelted stones
by mere misuse alas! Invaded
And then the road smiled
when again it was washed.
Washed in silence with lesser vehicles
lesser smoke
cleaned, disinfected,
and a few trespassers
It stood in solitude
beautifully singing lores soon, running down history
forever looking serenely clean in appearance
But, an epiphany after another bevelled
the men living in homes in trepidation
treading through surfaces
to the road less traveled
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