Walking Meditation
Words turn faster than needled edges
and take you farther down the road.
[LSS, 1/21/21]
Change of Domicile
I’ve run out of thorns
to appliqué to my fingertips,
but since my hands
are already detached
from their original function,
I can raise them
to the sky and sing.
[LSS, 1/21/21]
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