GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

You took it for granted …

just assumed Memory Lane

would forever remain

your Yellow Brick Road

 

overlooking, way back then, those

sleepy seeds borne on the winds of

time, sowing themselves in between

the cobblestones, and then…

 

all those little spearheads, the crabgrass

unsheathing itself up underfoot, choking

the undergrowth of Memory Lane  in

an overgrowth primeval… and now

 

you’ve gone missing in the outback of your

own hardening cerebral arteries…  all your

Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbs disappearing

like hourglass-sand down the little rabbit holes

 

and you, needing a damn machete to hack

your way in circles through the foliage of

your own life’s back pages… unable to find

even the forest hiding behind the trees…

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