a line opens
as it usually does
into another
bends toward
a new way
for an old thought
as a rose
bends along
a trellis
in slow search
of the sun’s
transit
I used to worry
afraid
of my shadows
afraid in the dark
I would lose
the source
I don’t know
anymore
from where it comes
until it’s there
with me again
all along
(August 28, 2017)
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