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our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
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I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
.
.
.
.
*
poems come
as I walk
movement inspires
just as mental stillness
more that gut
wrenching rejection
poems come
as I walk and I do
not stop ever
pad out and up as
a mirror to my face
I write looking inside
I well know the path
outside trampled on
it so very often
it may look crazy
it may look maniac
it’s poetry flowing
breath keeping me
(alive)
.
.
.
.
.
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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
habits are formed good ones
.
I’ve learned in between
steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossoms
in presence
.
.
. . 
.
.
annamosca 