Untaught Steps

Just when you thought it was random
incidently, grass-wise
the trunk stood in the right place
sending the wind like a surprise
into the face of the depressed
observer.

Roads built centuries ago
according to forgotten geographies
carry instantiations of pre-
historic and ignored prophecies
simple steps nudged backwards
to heaven.

Nearly naturally by the second-hand
she altered the light in the room
shifting and focussing his gaze
away from the periphery toward
whom darkness shined and lines
bent.

Here across the room she groans
and grunts and what I cannot
imagine book on lap and bright
inclinations breaking wavelike it seems
to happen when moods cancel each
other’s changes.

Untaught steps off the paper
up the road and over the bridge
sometimes we just have to get away
not from where we have been
but from where we are just now
leaving.

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