(a Poem a Day) -turn-

I know the way to face
find the perfect angle
draw up the most beautiful
version of
everything. (Or what it is.)
Hold the thought
breathe it in
and let it slowly fade.
Then turn.
New idea,
fresh start
pensil traces thin lines
on empty sheets of white
or even
golden on black.
Then turn.
Moving faster now,
finding what I need before I
start looking.
Turn.

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