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Aug 2020
my feet lift
and land

in a slow rhythm

no deadlines
no intentions

I take in the
clean air

feel my lungs

feel the blood

from head to toe

let my mind

to the clouds

I see through
the mist

of most days
and live in

this moment
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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