We Are Pathways

when we begin to think only for the moment
we become like a pathway.

there is solidity on its face and even though
people walk upon us and leave we become so unaffected.

it is the moment that we seize and then give away
all the while
accepting that this is another fact of our life here.

some flowers begin to bloom
seeds sprout.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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