Parading

We feel around making sense of the terrain,

Bumping up against a herd of bodies
our own new limbs,
our own new limbs,
Bumping up against a herd of bodies
Bumping up against a herd of bodies
until one becomes home. —Tracy K. Smith
until one becomes home.
—Tracy K. Smith

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