Room Enough
your hair moving in water against clouds
the first line of a poem
broad stones skip where skies are sewn
and there is room between stitches there
is room enough
four cardinal lines
look like valleys from the sky
where continents bend away
always bent away from footsteps
turning straight lines into necessary parts of a wheel
bright through fast spokes
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