shrinking the
past–
down to
size,
reflecting on each
crease it
left,
letting go of
beliefs-
hopeful, yet
bereft.
letting go
pushing, pulling
clutching,
controlling, patrolling
no loitering,
deciding, reciting
delighting in
falling
‘spite not knowing
where or
how..
we’re
landing.
hands in the garden 
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