I’ve been talking about Alysa Liu’s story about her quitting skating only to come back and become even better because she did it for herself and this came to me in a dream…
From the covered porch I can hear
the pattern of footsteps as each person
approaches.
The children running, swift patter, swiftly pursued.
The woman with the booted foot, long short, long short.
The elderly, shuffling.
A life behind each muffled shoefall,
all of them, all of us, in one photo
of blue
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