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Facing Into the Wind

The crackling momentum

of awakening joints,

as I ease

these junctions

of bone

and tendon,

through their morning paces.


And then,

we’re off

The sum of me,

with all parts

accounted for,

and cooperating,

sometimes in protest,

but never refusing out right.


This entity,

called “me”

alive and creaky,


into the wind.

carol beachPhoto: Leigh Pumilia