Like an oracle
draped in fine cloth,
she spoke.
Always and only
find the small way through.
Always and only
seek the hidden path.
Always and only
stand when standing will count.
In that moment
she walked away.
Remembering the good times,
he shook himself.
He watched her go.
Then, just as she had done,
he walked away himself,
seeking the small way,
seeking the surprises he might find
waiting on the hidden path,
and a different place to stand.
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