So we move.
Some of us running -
wet sneakers slapping pavement smattered painted whites and yellows
eyes drying in the wind wakening tired souls with newness
Some of us walking -
bare feet in meadows gold with light and quiet
streets filled and full and scented markets loud
Some of us standing still -
and stronger than ever
flexed muscles waiting, ready
for the beginning.
He is doing a big, new thing.
Where are you fixing your eyes?
So we move,
and move,
and move.
Ready, set.
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