A perfect morning to go
nowhere breath by breath
down a woodland path,
letting your feet perform
momentary
miracles,
softly
as if daubing tears
from your grandmother’s face.
Don’t take steps, give them.
Remember that the one who
created you broke your
wings
so that you could learn
to walk on earth.
How can you thank her?
Crush diamonds
with your whirling.
Photo by my daughter
Abby in our back yard.
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