A bendy gravel pathway with no branching routes
Oaks and ferns dotting every which way kept my focus
Maybe a house or two if you squinted towards the end
Some old souls with smiles stopping by to say good evening

I happened upon a rusted fork in the middle of the walkway
Shining prongs pointing through the wedge of trees
And I dare say this fork was eyeing me from a distance
Faintly whispering to take a...