There’s no reason to leave the flashlight
except you like the trail at night.
The base of your spine feels
the worn path.
You hear your boot stray into the leaves
and come back to center.
The body doesn’t break a sweat.
There are owls.
This next place I’m going,
I know what led me there.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
There’s no reason to leave the flashlight
except you like the trail at night.
The base of your spine feels
the worn path.
You hear your boot stray into the leaves
and come back to center.
The body doesn’t break a sweat.
There are owls.
This next place I’m going,
I know what led me there.
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