The Only Run in Weeks

Twists turn 
The open road to
Narrowed arteries between
The fields
Of gold and green
Wild the hedgerows
Exuberance outweighed
Bow low
Webs spun
On threads of silver
Span the bramble thorns
Beads of berries
Blackened their stain
On the road
Where fixed my gaze
Intent on intervals
Is drawn.

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