Old road

Stood.

There’s a mirror in front, door
and shelves
full to the point of charity
with gifts of old clothes

and the shit
of clutter.

Eyes forward

don’t look back
at least, not
without the props

a motto

that he said, silently
in his guilt
to stay
always
one step ahead

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