A Pilgrim’s Song
by Joshua Gage
The fog gathers
its robe at my knees.
A wild goose cries,
lost from her flock.
Blown by Autumn winds,
I have become
dust upon the road.
Even my footprints vanish.
Deserted for twelve long years,
the crooked path
that leads to the te
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