There was a hiking trail,
Threading the city park’s
Meandering third growth
Woods. Here and there, flat rocks
Made good ledges. You spent
Many hours on that trail,
Most sitting and thinking.
Trying to be all there,
To feel, This is enough.
Whenever you came back,
You felt you almost felt
What you tried to have felt.
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