Where the road turned, we found a place
to rest. No one made demands
or called our names. We heard ourselves
speaking and answering; we listened
twice to every sound we heard.
It was a way of leaning forward.
The echoes that had gone with us
fell back. And when we led ourselves
into the silence we’d discovered
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