he wandered off to providence
to see if he could hear
the sound of his own breathing
as the sole one in his ear
a backpack and a walking stick
his phone left in the truck
he hiked on with a purpose
and to get himself unstuck
and yes that place was beautiful
and true he did explore it
but providence was always there
if he'd just
reached out for it
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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