Evenings dull and gray,
the road never bends
Shadows fall the same way
till the evening ends.
Once in a fortnight the blue moon comes,
sails past the sky
and like a cosmic postman delivers
a note for each one of us to try
a different path where the geometry
is not straight lines measured in miles,
to give up the pleasant symmetry
and break out into a winding of spirals;
up and down the road may travel.
Once a fortnight the moon will emerge
to watch the secret of the journey unravel,
and us with the moon, back to the simple life and a stroll.
Sushama Karnik (c)
Close Gertrude Abercrombie, The Stroll, 1943, oil on fiberboard, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of the Gertrude Abercrombie Trust, 1978.146.2 Zoom Download Title The Stroll Artist Gertrude Abercrombie Date 1943 Location Not on view Dimensions 27 1/2 x 35 in. (69.8 x 88.9 cm.) Copyright Credit...
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Close Gertrude Abercrombie, The Stroll, 1943, oil on fiberboard, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of the Gertrude Abercrombie Trust, 1978.146.2 Zoom Download Title The Stroll Artist Gertrude Abercrombie Date 1943 Location Not on view Dimensions 27 1/2 x 35 in. (69.8 x 88.9 cm.) Copyright Credit...
Close Gertrude Abercrombie, The Stroll, 1943, oil on fiberboard, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of the Gertrude Abercrombie Trust, 1978.146.2 Zoom Download Title The Stroll Artist Gertrude Abercrombie Date 1943 Location Not on view Dimensions 27 1/2 x 35 in. (69.8 x 88.9 cm.) Copyright Credit...

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