The wideness of a road suggests
a passage based upon demands.

Why was this route so broadly based?
Perhaps behemoths walk this way,

and slowly over centuries
their constant treading cleared the paths

from the mountains, where they play,
toward the sea, in which they bathe,

by the forests, where trees become
back-scratchers and makeshift combs,

before the canyons, where they leap,
returning to their storybooks.

Behemoths © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 2, 2019