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gone and back again


peace was fleet of foot
abandoning sense

anxiety,
like an angry bee
ran stings up my spine

my eyes somewhere
elsewhere
my feet still pointed forth
my son grasping elbow's edge

he brings me back
like gravity
places my head 
squarely onto my neck
and i remember

there is a reason
for my being
for my footsteps
for my focus

i breathe quickly
quietly
deeply

and bring my eyes
back to him

a

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