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  • Lorraine Johnson

[113] As I Walk

I walk

with sun in my face

and wind at my back

rocks line the scape

waves crash the shore

sand seeps into the cracks

of my toes

and tiny winged footprints

scurry along

the sun shines into my eyes,

I gaze towards its pull

then lower the brim

my feet pass over and over

I think I see and recognize all.

Then in an instance,

the universe appears

with all its gentle might

revealing a cast of new colors

and sights

opening slumber with fireflies,

removing sleep from my eyes

as I walk, and walk

with the luster of new light.


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