the shortest distance
between two points
a straight line
the textbooks tell me
my restless legs
trace these strong diagonals
without hesitation
fingers rippling the air
as I stride
I am rarely languid
it is my heart
my soul
that hovers like the sandpiper
on sandy shores
drawn in by shiny flotsam
glittering jetsam
of poet souls
but always I scamper back
to safety when they draw near
worried that the tides of my wistfulness
will wash away socially sanctioned image
of who I am supposed to be
revealing the endless ache
that drowns me
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