Unexpected poetry
writes itself
with illegible marks
in my footprints
as I walk
with the simple gate
of the old route step
along the highway shoulder
in a non-thinking state
I never approached
in a meditation center
or while kneeling in prayer
before candles
and a saint
or the crucified.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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