Original Poems

Perfect Leaving Stance

I see you breathing slowly, in and out, before you go
Arching your back, with your hands behind you
Rotating this way and that as the voices sound their good-byes

You bend a little with each embrace
And twist your neck around as your grip tightens
Then lunge toward the door, and rest your hand
On the doorknob, rotating it slowly

Focus now on where you are going
Turning, looking back no more
Feel the roots let go
Feel your breath rise and fall
And surrender yourself completely
To yourself

 

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