Picking plantain from lawns and talking of everything

Quietly
Soft, calm and awkward.

And,
As always,
I wonder; where do I go from here?

And maybe I should stop with that question.
And maybe I already have.
And maybe the truth is to question what got me here.
Because here I am, very much alive.

And it’s not where the trajectory lands me,
But how high and fast
I can arc myself to the challenge.

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