though I'm still in sight of home;
closed the gate for a bit
to stroll along the border,
feeling new grass beneath my feet,
gaining new perspective,
yet standing in a vista I know well.
I doubt that I'll be walking here for long
-- I always return, like the cows
at the end of the day, for refreshment --
but it feels good, and free,
to meander in the bliss of beyond.
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