#1717 - in beetle bright, in the vanish

 

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in beetle bright, in the vanish

Kumano Kodo

 

a morning shines

 

sometimes the way’s just these steps

 

hatlessly, as day begins

 

or a frog gets out of the way

 

one will slow to the pace of the trail

 

even here

I could call Pitt St

the cadence of my country comes

 

and sun

to bright the mist away

 

here’s the rhythm of it

how I’m a ghost too

 

sometimes you’ll think you’ve written a line

but the line is waiting still

 

there’s looking back

and see you’ve gone

 

a bend in time

 

those footsteps behind, my own

 

they say you’d hear the stillness

but for what’s still in your head