my meander

stretching like the creek

across miles

limbs achy and tired

.

a story pushing

against wind

in smallish circles

.

morning’s lonesome bird

sings “let go”

to a rolling mist

.

to land somewhere soft

listen to a slowing heart

wherever home is

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