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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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