Uneven Strides

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By CAROLINE C. CRONIN

I walk the wide steps with uneven strides,
Attempting only to maneuver the crimson drapes.
The uniquely familiar scent of redwood mulch interrupts my ascending. I feel the air thick with the threat of rain, and my conscious confides: Recognize life’s mosaic of landscapes,
For commencing means beginning, but beginning also means ending.