Tuesday, July 6, 2021

the path I walk is not my own
thrown around this loop centuries ago
flowing from ancient springs
flinging spray around this bend
sending sunlight into new creases
these tracks embrace my wheels
feeling warm and worn around me
deviating just slightly with momentum
something invisible that invites
widening the arc by degrees
easily press into fresh ground
round the curve
earth waiting millennia for our feet
meeting here and moving on

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week