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Going Inward

Going Inward November 14, 2011

I’ve been walking the acre

of my soul. It’s been so long.

And there’s the hill I used to

sit on. I’d watch the stars reflect

in the river when it was tired of

running. I wonder what the view

is now. But it takes at least a day

to get there and another to sit still

in the grass and another to wait for

the stars to come out and another

for the river to tire. Sure life keeps

taking us away. But the only time

I’m free of fear is when I drink

from that river.

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