Celina Adrian

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"coming out"

way back, yesterday
barefoot and feeling good
north carolina hot sand between toes

who else knows
of that free-spirited journey
on that dirt road
besides us two?

now everybody lays claim to the path
but we ran and held hands
and even walked slowly
so as to notice if anybody else was around

I never saw
not one of them on our same path
except maybe to fill in the dirt
with a few rocks
and some rigidity

we were free, from early on
we were free