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Is every way a circle?

Does every leaver know

obligatory as in breath

they’re all returners too?


Too close to see the whole

of my journey back to you

grow wider as I waited

loading freedom’s backpack with my pain


some days I catch a scent of you

a salty promise from the shore

where beginning and end blend

to argue softly over footprints


for we’re just so much

land and sea, I need

to dance and play in sight

of your rock steady stillness


tossing mending gifts

at the seams of your safety

blurring your edges with

each landing, rush and run




This was the second poem I caught today, for I gave the first to the following competition…which is still receiving entries until midnight tonight if you’re interested!