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THE DESTINATION
You do not know.
Being assured you are always, some part of you calculating
The time and the effort, the cost relative to the payoff
Didn’t you go higher
To the eucalypti, where the path is slick with slant and
Dried leaves perilous on to the point where
Ugh-Ugh-I-go-I-go-I-Eeeego-ugh—
1 mile. It is a rare foothold in the mind.
And little to see, but the trees, and their buttons and forced to sit and smell for slipping,
And maybe to take one, or two, and have a display, nay— a collection! No, no, no.
I was present, but by accident;
The air was cool and pleasant.