Post ID: 297

the path worn firm
each step step memory
stretched fingers break air
and put soft sound to it
fitting the hands like cotton gloves;
a parting to move against

morning light fits
and throws leaf shapes
to weighted wall
a barrier to roaming sheep
built in perfect stone
nestled low so the hand
can settle it comfortably

the tamped way within
this proposed symmetry
shoulders a century’s stride
contoured waving slopes
informed by parted hoof
cool morning air lying downy
in the hollows

thick with audible density
each step step directed
a leading repetition in
wide, rolling views
each breath breath
fresh and renewing

the day before
and again
i will wake wanting

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