This ground hallowed, I go
skillfully panther-pawed
over hidden missteps, where
I count them all:
joys, loves, regrets – the
choices and decisions mined.
My life flight’s truths,
they dream and then I sleep.

© LTM 06/27/14
My attempt at a the GOLDEN SHOVEL: POETIC FORM. Read the last words down, they are a line from Ray Bradbury’s poem, “Go Panther-Pawed Where All The Mined Truths Sleep.”

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