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Pace Yourself

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this pace I live at
is not a comfortable gait
I desire a slower stroll
a more ample ambling
amid and among
these wild outcroppings
of stony events and wanderers encountered
on the green verge and snowy sections
muddy stone strewn places where the path
proceeds through No Tree Land before
the next curve back into beckoning forest
and oh, then how I want
how I want to slow
and linger long on the delicious
portions of path, in forest or by the sea
or near a good cafe instead of this
this rushing forward
to the next
rocky bit

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  1. I love where this poem takes me. Slowly. No matter how it is outside, this is the pace I keep for me within my steps. Thanks.

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