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  • Writer's pictureKate Clinch

The Path

There is a place where

The water flows.

A place of rocks and trees.

The silence is deafening

And brings me to my knees.

And at the pool side,

On the edge,

A shape is in the rock.

A giant footprint,

Complete with toes,

Reminds me of the truth

That everywhere I've ever been

Is a place upon my path.

And everywhere I take a seat

Was grounded by your feet.





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