Spur In The Main Road

There is no blame.
Doesn't even matter.
There is no deciding.

It just comes about.

Here we've arrived.
Unable to explain.
Reading our minds.

Distressed frustration.

Silent on the relevant.
Off in another direction.
Spur in the main road.

The more important road.

North by northeast.
Veering only slightly.
On into the night.

Lights still seen for awhile.

Then the cold creekbeds.
Faint through the trees.
Disappearing and gone.

Independence is wild.