Drive On

I look through the trees and
squint to see the other side.
A mist of branches dims my view.
I take a faltering step. I run toward
and through.
The forest's deep, the brush is dense
and dark.
It looks like I may never break through,
But every step I take is small advance,
And as the parts make up the whole,
So I must drive.

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Steve Falkenberg

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