The Lane

...Where One Minute Drifts Forward

…Where one minute drifts forward,
The other behind me,
Another to my side.
They extend and retract,
Bending crosswise and releasing.
An infinity of them, perpetually shifting,
Reacting, building, weaving steadily
Along this well-worn path,
Searching for a beginning.

Art: “A Lane of Plane Trees”
Jean-François Raffaëlli

4 thoughts on “The Lane

  1. I think something about your writing (what I’ve read thus far) is just what I enjoy and try to do with mine. The way it flows and reads, while still getting the idea/emotion across.


    • Thank you for your observations. As in music, attention to phrasing is essential to achieving a good overall flow. Happy writing! 🙂


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