To those in the red house

We’re standing on a road –

We’re standing on a road –

moving away from each other

moving towards

each other

Chasing you

Why are you chasing me?

Because I think you’re my brother. Aren’t you?

Yes, but – but how can that be so? There’s only one road and one direction that it takes.

That feels like an untruth. What you’re implying.

I’m sorry.

No, you aren’t – but I appreciate the gesture. There’s a junction at the end.

(wind)

 

With anticipation,

Spreading Fire

 

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