Walking to run- a paradigm
of progress. We run
before we walk, sometimes.
I'll slow my speed
to mark what I pass;
to gather up leaves:
a new sight for sore eyes,
oh, open at last.
I won't blink, then,
for days and days:
a newborn man-
had lost his way.
How do I love?
Let me count the ways.
What was once lost
is now found and safe.
Friday, September 18, 2009
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