long gone in poetry

the road has burned away
returned to petroleum roots
in the hot sun
in the drought
caught fire like a cold
transmuted to sticky cinder
nothing to follow anymore
even if you could walk it

the path has grown back over
returned to a sea of grain
you can tell
something used to be there
that man once cut through
but its no longer a wound
its only a faintest scar
a faded road sign here or there
the rusted corpse of some car
but it doesn’t go anywhere
it doesn’t tell you where you are
let alone where you’re going on

the old trajectories are gone
long gone away
time to blaze a new trail
just become something lasted
two or three lifetimes
doesn’t mean that they
were ever here to stay
long gone away