MY FAVORITE BOOK

Come along, old friend.
Let’s walk your road again.
I know each bend,
            each rise
                        and fall.
I know it all, yet
every time you show me more
            a twisted root
            a hidden door
            a sheltered nook
I’ve passed but never seen before.

Let’s run your road, this well-worn path.
We’ll kick up dust and later,
when I stop to rest,
I’ll feel your breath upon my back
press me toward
The End.

©2007, Kristy Dempsey