Day 751 (Solstice Passages)

I don’t remember
the sock monkey, but do
remember our fear
of it. My shadow tripped
over its own darkness
onto stumble

down tracks that no longer
exist. Today I remember
to find light in these
shortest of days,
have almost perfected turning

a corner
into a new moment’s alley
on an evening
you don’t have to carry
me home.

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