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Roadwork
The world is massive, lengthy, sure
                but always stretching home.
Beyond the hill, the valley's next
the hilltops further on.
And still it stretches, flexes, yawns
away beyond the steeple stacks
            and distant shabby barns.

High it is
        and wide by lengths
                not yet stretched.
Thick as dark, and dense.

The world has many fences
            though not for roads.
They come and go as easily
                              as ease.
Dissent's a natural thing
                                    for roads
tracking trails or rabbit holes.
No road has known a hill
it could not climb without
a chart, a map, a border marking.

However far the road goes off
come dinner milking time
                                 or evensong
                         it always knows
the way back home.

The best and worst
that we can say of roads
is that they are dependable.

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