He found the door

with hands like arrows.

He escaped into a cold

breathing wind

where his footsteps

moved in long strides

past idle trees

waiting for a season

To wake them up

he walked briskly

onto a field

cleared of stones

by hands

long turned to dust

as he moved away

into shadows

under clouds

around the next corner

just moving

and moving.


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