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A Walking Meditation
by Maralee Gerke

Wrapped like Tibetan
in wool scarves and hats,
bundled against the sea wind
we trudge island hills.

Big Leaf Maples drop their giant leaves.
One by one they crash, piercing the silence.
Swirling like thoughts, they settle into
deep piles that crackle around our ankles.

We walk on, eyes focused
on the randomly strewn road
contemplating the intercession of leaves
the deliberate next step.

 

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