In response to Connie Jordan Green's poem, "Turning the Corner," http://crr.trevecca.edu/article/turning-the-corner
Words sculpted away
"Til only the essential
Remains - Poetry.
Walking on a Windy Morning
Leaned hard into it,
Rushing past my ear
Deafening.
Persistent push at my back
Helping me along,
Roar quietened.
Nothing changed but
My direction.
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