On the Threshold of Wisdom

I’m trying when I transit through a door
to whisper to myself encouragement.
My kid says stepping on another floor
can reset active memory. I’m bent
today on bending better, and what’s more,
I’m not averse to stretching my extent.
It’s worth a week’s attempt. It’s not complex,
soliloquizing softly I can flex…

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