suits and track suits...
in a dream
the papers blowing in streams
of whisper
the rush of air
the shinning light
I want movement
and time today
is not a friend

out from the depths
the curves and the climb
emerge into sunshine
chain link
wrong line
I sit dumbfounded
in disbelief
no scream out
in anger no
slumping regret
somehow my mind
wandered
my body forgets
an hour to turn
back
across the tracks
missing appointments
attention I lack

but Ive seen now the
river so deep and
so pure
the light dancing
freely has given
a cure

the park full of people
with children and dogs
the trees rising in
new buds has
sent me a calm

a mistake in
its clarity
has broken
this severity
and a smile
climbs
like the rush
of doors
a sense of
peace
born...

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