meet in the way
-
With more than stillness
the grass drags us
into the belly
of our belonging.
.
We speak into the ear
of shadow
and know
we'll meet in the way
we've never parted.
i vow to travel lost, arriving each step, amidst petals, from distant mountains, without names, speaking between quote marks, all the while humbly appreciating the shining maps that guide me thus.
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