The Road and the End

I shall foot it
 Down the roadway in the dusk,
 Where shapes of hunger wander
 And the fugitives of pain go by.
 I shall foot it
 In the silence of the morning,
 See the night slur into dawn,
 Hear the slow great winds arise
 Where tall trees flank the way
 And shoulder toward the sky.

 The broken boulders by the road
 Shall not commemorate my ruin.
 Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
 I shall watch for
 Slim birds swift of wing
 That go where wind and ranks of thunder
 Drive the wild processionals of rain.

 The dust of the traveled road
 Shall touch my hands and face.

Published in Chicago Poems

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