The rhythms and visions in poems,
Calm me.
I know not why.
My life is not the type right now
That bends
Towards afternoons building forts,
Long walks home at a leisurely pace,
Tasting wild black berries,
Petting the nose of a neighboring horse,
Barking back at barking dogs,
Testing my balance on curbs.
But oh how many hours I spent
On a leisurely, curious, natural bent.
And although I know where my hours pass away,
I long for them to come alive in that old leisurely way.
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