playing penance

two cents lost
down the drain
with oxidized beer
and hearty leftovers
from yesterfears.
the limit of a hand’s reach
to touch a heart, a smile inside
to turn that frown upside down.
ride the arc to swing
bones into being
structural support.
indistinct movements
light the way years
change bodies, renewing
a bow to myself
honoring the time.
it takes seven cycles to complete
the sequence, cyphering
seams of the fabric
we thread our way through

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