She Follows Rivers

She follows rivers to the gently rounded bank

near dilapidated slices of concrete she finds her home

over back when, things made sense and life was just a road

or

rather like a path to the ever elongated rivets of obstacles

furrowing their way into life’s roads fluidly cemented in its stubbornness

if only the mind knew its way back from such traveled paths

to wander completely down would pit the soul of any brave traveler

I wonder when things began to erode so perfectly

first at life’s road then at the stubborn slowness of its realness

when this came about settlers took flight and the new world

was never found

all new became ordinary

all ordinary came to ruins.