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Then [For My Son Adam}
Peer around corners,
close your eyes.
Dare
to step off
the head of the pin
you have been balancing on
all your life.
Tumble freely
through caressing space.
Careen
on and off
soft landings.
Feel
the balls of your feet
touch down.
Roll
through your metatarsals,
magnetically meet
intention’s footprint.
Then
come
land
where you find
home.
– Linda Belans
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