Ellipses III

We forget that when we experience heartache,
every part of our body feels heavy and sore,
a moving collection of rock remains and leftover
bramble knots.

I put on my wool-lined rain boots,
lacquered in their winter mud,
and go out, again, to look for more
answers before dinnertime.

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