before you rode
intention was then
before it was an avenue
I have always intended, no matter what
EDGEWe are allowed again the glareOf the sand, the druid hills,The grasses brushing the legs, though
For I passed o’er the self-same walkTo walk abroad is, not with eyes,But thoughts, the fields to see and prize;
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to think what it looked like
at that moment,I will have been walking away:no matter what direction I intended,Just to have felt it once would have been enough.
How can you still go about so calmly?
--A mashup of walking poems by Nikki Giovanni, Thomas Traherne, Brenda Hillman, Sir John Suckling, Joyce Sutphen, and Charles Reznikoff