Like all my old promises

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W a l k i n g   t h e   W a l k

Chestnut Hill Cemetery

Salisbury, North Carolina

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i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twenty-six and thirty-six
even thirty-six but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me

> Lucille Clifton <

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Happy Wednesday