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crisp fall leaves crunch under my heels
and the wind is changing
as i walk from my car to the trailhead
a sign marks the start of the path
i run my fingers across a scrape
in the metal and smile at one of the rules
(misspelled) "bike helmits required"
a sign that we are all human.
a red star on the map
"YOU ARE HERE" it shouts
not wanting to be missed by
a less-than-sharp eye.
the small eager star is important
because it is a challenge
shouting in the dark
into the oblivion of anonymity:
"i am here. i am at the beginning. i am moving forward."