She carefully laid
her head on the cold
thick glass and watched
as trees flew by.
Her life like the
swift moving pines;
her chance to make
it better-- the
disappearing darkness
between each.
It knew her
better than once thought.
She let herself
open into the space
between each knowing arm
as she knew she could
and in the space
find herself.
Find herself where she was,
when she tucked and covered.
Where light meets line
and breath and depth combine,
life she'll find.
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