mid gutter again
at a
pace I consider
meaningful, neither
too fast
or slow but, a quickness
of aim
so much
from here to there
wherever
on the sides,
flowers
animals
trees,
from them
i gather
the essence...
there a pace
i beat and step
listening to
a distant illuminating
drummer
making
ambulating causing formatting,
my way,
my destination I forget
and no matter,
with
the wandering
cadences
resounding
in my ears.