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By Dylan Everett
On the way
On the way home with my son
His laughter unwitnessed by a ground barely sensed
On the way tools of witness
On the way my limitations.
Fall into natural place
My conduct mostly unknown
But shared in private
In simple scenes
By play grounds and stages
But limitations and existence extend
By hearts of life and imagined ends
Gathered in private searches private dreams shared
Broke onto simple shores
Like all things.
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