pearls

Indifferent Walk

Posted in terzanelle by maggie on 2011/03/14
Indifferent Walk

With nowhere good to go except back home,
her walking takes her there and back again
as she believes she'd started out, no aim

to bear in mind, no milestone to be seen
by chance or meant. To her, moonlight guides
her walking, takes her there and back. Again

she stops to sit. What keeps her out eludes
her. Had her hours lost all on this one street
by chance, or meant to? Her moonlight guides

illuminate dead ends like dreams she can't wait
to get back into. That turn there, it was once
her, had her. Hours lost all on this, one street

is the same as any other backward glance
nowhere particular, no moment she'd felt, loved
to get back. Into that. Turn. There it was, once.

A bird talks in its sleep. She answers, as removed
as she believes. She'd started out no aim,
nowhere particular, no moment she'd felt loved,
with nowhere good to go except back home.

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