In Transit

So many ways
to greet the world
when everything

is new.  I am already at
the junction
by the time I notice

my upturned palm
and oh, this perfect song
and so much winter pouring

through the open window –
all of this blinding beauty
beneath the crumbling

cliffs and mountains
growing toward
the sun.

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