In autumn I walked
down this street
like it was a cloud
light on my feet
an ecstatic dream.
Now I glide
with peace and ease.
The sidewalk shimmers
its faded gleam
no longer blinds me
binds me inside.
I can see the houses
their fences and the trees.
I'm not a breath.
I can breathe.
Everything is green.
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