The Corridor
Pounded dirt
Muffled sounds
Drum forth silent's dearth
Pebbles bounce
Sole-prints, soil-pressed...
Scent of dampened earth
Dodged erupted roots
We move.
Tight laced fingers throb
Created wake of shuttered leaves
--Our breeze
Below the tops of touching trees
Scratches as we run
Stony English archways.
--Steady gaze
Fatigued but not undone.