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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.

dy

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