a road parts the woods, one lane splits up nature... or does it?
Asphalt Fault [Haiku]
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Tagore looms,
wind-swept & erudite,
in mind & presence.

drifting downstream,
the prow points our way
to open sea.

at mangrove’s edge:
a croc, mouth agape.
lazy hunter?

clouds lift
to reveal jade hills:
Tah-Dahhhh!