The Hard Way

I move sideways.
I move backwards.
I segue this way.
I segue that way.
I find a way,
that’s the hard way.
A difficult way –
bending with the wind.
How this happens
I have no way of explaining.
But it happens.
A subconscious signal
to the soul.
And the rain sounds.
It falls outside, making
sad stricken conversations.
Head through wood
and brick, through windows
closed but not double glazed.
And I segue this way.
And I segue that way.
I find a way,
that’s the hard way.


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