I want the uns and nots! The unopened book or the path not taken.

Give me the empties! A journal or a glass, so that I may pour myself anew and sprout like a seed or unfold like a bud.

I can wear adventures like new shoes, and traverse unknown side-walks. I will find the blooming forsythia and bathe in the spring light.


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