Opening
OpeningMy tightly captured spirit
Breathing into closets
Many openings
Unlike before.
I wonder
Where the many patterned roads
leading into where
I haven't been before.
Liking plenty
Growing trees
Coming forth
Wind is blowing
I remain
In the ground
A safety
In the earth
That I call home.
3-16-10
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