free verse hippie poetry…it was there

on

walking along the trial set before me

trying to find my way

following the bread crumbs

that the birds hadn’t already ate for lunch

I had no idea

the way wasn’t hidden at all

in shadows of my mind or back alleys of failed attempts

it was there

off the beaten path

all along.

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