What a great risk,

deference! Learning

an approach, becoming

an approach; 

a kindness

is nothing 

without kinship;

I drop a creaking

bow, pluck its string.


 

My range of motion

is more vibration 

than lifespan. I

sense a bridge,

dream it, I become

a bridge, 

a flower,

bowing to

drink from my

forgotten spring.

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