Not taking any marked path

  



















how heroes know there is never any fear
in trusting the pulse of one's own blood-
coursing like a race horse

unconcerned about finishing first--
but simply to finish the paradisial concourse unscathed---
more than ready to disperse shadows
into the almighty blue sea


to allow the widening of light swaths
to paint golden orange flowers
on the outskirts of one's cerebrum--meandering
into a cha cha by the almighty blue sea

kjl '19