July's end

If I hadn't tood on that nail I'd definitely be somewhere in this poem (best in context of the book). Good roads to all children on them,

Roger's Song
by Thomas Pynchon

I dream that I have found us both again,
With spring so many strangers’ lives away,
And we, so free,
Out walking by the sea,
With someone else’s paper words to say….

They took us at the gates of green return,
Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why —
Do children meet again?
Does any trace remain,
Along the superhighways of July?