The New World

With packed bags and plans
scrawled on excited thought
she stepped onto the street,

Dizzy in the fresh air and
heady hands that span
so many times to be here,

Counting each moment as they
passed over something done,
Ready to note a dirty new.

Steps now move into the dark,
To the unclear tongues that
speak of the other,

Unknown, unanticipated,
Yet prepared for with cutlery
and platitudes, unhelpful.

The new world awaits.

the new world

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