water streaming show the way

the shortest distance between the points

the search was over, then on again, over and on

take your inspiration, run,

looking back, back, furthest back

I never liked sitting in front

we should feel lucky, maybe, that when our souls turn the corner

(the edges begin brittling

our shirts start skunking in the drawer),

our eyes dull over and the richest foods taste awful –

it’s time to move

not

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but

. . . .

. . . . . . . .

. . .

looking long enough

it’s hard not to find a pattern

I wish I could say I loved extremes

but give me a 75 degree afternoon any day

add a fresh lemonade, a quiet yard, a doting smart aleck

and I’ll stay