I‘m balancing on poetry these days like little steps.

Fresh

To move

Cleanly.

Needing to be

Nowhere else.

Wanting nothing

From any store.

To lift something

You already had

And set it down in

A new place.

Awakened eye

Seeing freshly.

What does that do to

The old blood moving through

Its channels?

Naomi Shihab Nye

From My Window
Looking Up

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