even without doing

even without doing
a single thing
differently, i am
not imagining that these
lines are deepening –
as if i am each day’s
drill held in, an
afternoon’s winding
thread lingering
over her embroidery,
the sunset’s lovesick
shadow, still tracing
each withering horizon

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