A fluttering leaf,
Tossed by fleeting gusts,
Passive in each gale,
I am not.
A rock, fixed and unyielding,
Cold, untouchable,
Unbreathing,
Not me.
Instead, fluid and free,
Unfrozen,
I shape each obstacle,
And rush into tomorrow.
Immersed in endless eternal,
I am unexpected, yet certain.
My boundaries undetermined,
my depths unplumbed.
A craftsman unknown, an artisan so skilled,
I bend and move, climb and fall.
A journey etched and known,
Exquisite imprint on yielded heart.
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Hi, Laurel, I am free for lunch Wednesday! I would need to leave by 1, so how does 11:30 sound?
Sure, sounds great!
How about Panera? I get done with class around 11, but can be there by 11:40