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I do not want to enclose myself within old roads,
Drawn around like a warm comforter.
I want new discoveries instead.
And yet, seeing the old familiar places changed;
That has an allure.

Two paths cross here.

I choose for the new
And I immediately see a hare
At the edge of the field
Who waits;
And then scats across its corner
Like a small dog
And disappears.