I lean forward in my step a bit
To stay balanced and unbewildered
About the future
And there’s that terror
Of falling backwards
Of not keeping up
And finally falling down
But to survive the life-cycles
Of scents marrying the air
Puts a spring in my feet
After winter’s troubling sleep
And slowly lifts me
From the ground
Leaning into every step
For warmth and light and sound
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