- Where this hypotenuse slides ever downward *
- into angled corners to form an imperfect *
- vertex of legged lines is where the *
- shape of story finds its point, *
- then rests itself upon *
- another teetering *
- edge of the *
world
*
#walkmyworld
Where this hypotenuse
slides ever downward
into angled corners
to form an imperfect vertex
of legged lines is
where the shape of story
finds its point, then rests
itself upon another
teetering edge
of the world
Words Are Where I Am From
Each poem emerges
from fragile words –
that's where I'm from -
and those words spark
the memories of the past –
that's where I'm from -
and in the remembering,
I traverse long jagged edges -
that's where I am from -
and along those broken borders,
there lies blood and bone -
that's where I am from -
and on each bone sits the skin
of every poem I've ever written
every story I've ever told
every song I've ever sung
as each piece is always centered
and finds the place where I am from
#walkmyworld
And in my mind
I try to find
my way back
to the paths
of the wood,
the place where
we could still be kids –
often kind –
sometimes mean –
navigating the in-between
of the world,
outside, and the world,
inside – stories lost,
but still believed
for #walkmyworld
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