Dust
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Poem
I went back;
Picking my way carefully through the underbrush, I realized:
I’d never noticed all this poison ivy…
Perhaps that’s why the itch persists.
I went back;
Scratching as I climbed hills I’d forgotten were there.
“Maybe that’s why my calves are so strong”, I thought.
“Perhaps, then, new molehills should be disregarded.”
I went back;
I looked into the valley of bones and debris behind me.
I held my camera up to the scene and snapped my past.
Perhaps I needed to remember.
I went back;
Realized how much treacherous terrain I had conquered,
Turned to the dust from the plain before me and gently-
Brushed it away.
more by VK LYNNE
photograph by Benjamin Combs
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