Because they created
Labyrinth of intersecting crossroads

Paved with golden leaves


These streets are paved with golden leaves / New Jersey / Nov. 2007

“Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”

~ an excerpt from Wild Geese by Mary Oliver


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