The Walk

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Vintage Words

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It had been a while since I took

a visit to the streets outside my doors.

My feet seemed to know the way

and so I followed them.

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It had been a season since I last met

a tree covered in white, towering skyward.

My eyes seemed to ascend a cascading

profile and so I followed them upward.

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It has been a good outing; a walk that

tasted of pale clouds and blue expanses.

Sky dance done, I let my feet return

and, knowing the path, I follow them

home.

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allets

09-27-15

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