• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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Solid in its package, hung in place
a wind lends leeway
swing & twirl.

A marksman could hit the heart of it.
We have legs to run, skip
leap onto crossroads
choose a direction.

Whether we amble or sleep & dance
weekends away, that path
will have us, lose us… make way
for others.

Destinations loom while we dither
and complain, pile years onto the plate
or be lucky to find an escape route
while still mindful.

These minds may be lax in their choices
but even a dull one can pull a body
to standing position before
hauling ass into a new reckoning.