Gimpy gait he struts
though
solitaire without a shadow
down
rutted, rusted road snakes
restless,
weary ’round each bend.
Shifting shaky sand slips and slides.
His old feet fail,
fall faint upon it
stagger storm and strut
where
stones rock and pebbles pinch,
fault-filled gait crackles ‘neath each step
Still
Pounding onward, pushing forward
Past the slights the past portends,
Potent danger
Daunting dares
Dante’s depth.

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