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Journey to my shoulder,
Take the longer road.
Start at any finger,
Note the tourists at my palm.
Linger long at my wrist; it is what bends my hand toward you.
Commit to the length of my arm,
Resting at the bend,
And lay down when you have reached the end.
Travel to my smile,
By way of widen eyes.
Use an archer's silence
To stare from ground to mouth.
Stop at every valley to note the change of light,
And take of any river
That offers you delight.
And when you find the canyon that bears an upward turn,
Know that you are home again
And can safely quit your run.
Take the longer road.
Start at any finger,
Note the tourists at my palm.
Linger long at my wrist; it is what bends my hand toward you.
Commit to the length of my arm,
Resting at the bend,
And lay down when you have reached the end.
Travel to my smile,
By way of widen eyes.
Use an archer's silence
To stare from ground to mouth.
Stop at every valley to note the change of light,
And take of any river
That offers you delight.
And when you find the canyon that bears an upward turn,
Know that you are home again
And can safely quit your run.
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"There is landscape in things that move."
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"There is landscape in things that move."
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