"Follow The Sunset Trail" by Rono Hem ('19)

 Photo Credit: Marcin Czaja

Photo Credit: Marcin Czaja

Pine needles dance with the wind
To taunt me,       
Bushes crowned with lilacs breathe sweetness
To seduce me,
Rubber wheels rolling over rails screech to a halt
To rebuke me,
Plastic soles burrow into wet cement
To leave a trail,
Pray I may retrace it –
At sunset,       
To bury my face
In the bosoms of flowers,
And dance with the wind