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POETRY
Wander
like a meandering tune
going in and out of the ear
or a butterfly in its ecstatic
flit from sweetness to sweetness
like the leaf exhausted by the tree
detached and lifted by the wind
to fly and drift across an October sky
or the stick floating on
the wide slow river
that chooses the path of
least resistance on its way
to the all-swallowing sea
like the radio signal
that comes and goes
like the eye across the
things the heart desires
like the feet that leave
the doorstep without any
intention except to seek
something beyond and some slight
skipping hope to find
renewal in the wandering
Continuing my textual exploration of the Inktober prompts!
Thank you, readers! Here’s to wandering. . . .
