Sandalled Ghosts

See how the slash of the highway undulates
over nightmare horizons. Once the Roman legions
marched here. Other peoples knuckled under
and testified to the greatness of Caesar--
which proved fragile.

Now the exiles of Rome, in memory
of halcyon days of empire without restraint
whisper prayers in foreign temples, tongues
parched for a taste of home. A thirst that
transcends time.

Among the Audis on the autobahn,
you still can glimpse a distant file of
sandalled ghosts.

--for readwritepoem's Wordle prompt

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