poem sixteen: movement

Your body slides
with the sunlight
between shadows,
as your mind sits
with the suffering of others.
Carry less, wear less –
gratitude for the weather,
the simplest of things.

All excess shed,
shredded like an old
photograph of someone
you forgot
you could ever
have loved, in the end.

But you never
forget how to love.

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