shadows in the trails now discard their secrets
ones they’ve gathered from migrating birds
industrious squirrels, and scurrying insects too small to see
these fall to rest in colorful array among leaves
there to slip into stories of unsuspecting travelers
walkers, through-hikers, and bikers on their way too quickly
so that when they next talk in casual conversation
or even engage in discourse profound
their speech will be changed by the lives of others
intangible subtle different threads
memories woven together with those of spiders
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