The air is thick with something unnamed,
a hush, a breath, a weight unclaimed.
A pilgrimage of followers, of teenage girl disciples
with dads trailing behind, trickling
through ticket check barriers, borrowing youth.
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letting go
like the wind eases off the leaves.
letting go
like the waves ease off the shore.
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I get older and learn to give away desire
Hand it off at the charity shop as unwanted junk but
Struggle to pick out something I could keep
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