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A Drag Path.
He walks, under wooden canopy,
Stumbling, over olden overgrowth,
As light breaks, between green leaves.
His hands mark the ground,
Etching a trail as he continues on.
Until he stops, his eyes greeting you,
The glowering, pointed chin and beard,
Grinning, painted with mischief.
Neither you nor him speak, though
The same thought occurs to each.
What good is a drag path if
No one notices that you’ve gone?
Hazel Allen, 2026.
A musical pairing for this poem in particular…
Hazel,,
The poem made me sad but also gave me hope. The video and music of
Twenty One Pilots - Drag Path (Lyrics) drew me in even more. Definitely a poem put to music.
I might add a few words however, to "When I see the Devil's eyes..." I would add, "When I see an Angel's eyes ..." And aren't we all looking to be seen and in life to be found by others but more importantly to find oneself and our place in life hoping to have mattered.
I have used your post and this reply as a prompt for one of my pieces. Watch for it.
Fondly, Michael