Wednesday, April 27, 2011

NaPoWriMo Poem #17


synapses that spark
after years of the dark
our paths have diverged
but the way back
is like making our way
to a childhood home
from before we could read
the street signs
we do not know the map
but we know the turns
that will lead us there
and we run the last few steps
in joyful recognition.

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