Move through dew
on grass like an eelmuscling itself between
canals. Move
into light and shadow,
the dappled landscape
of your life. Ride
like a child
the silly contraptions
of commerce--escalator,
elevator, metro, & sad,
sagging bus. Keep
going, knowing
you're probably not
going to get anywhere
special fast, except Here.
hans ostrom 2023
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