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I stopped in Columbus
to stretch my legs
but that was
where the trip
really began.
A brick sidewalk
ran between red buildings
trees shaking loose
their white blossoms
like soft snow.
The street was empty.
The afternoon warm.
Petals drifted
across the bricks
like something beginning.
That’s when it hit me—
no one knew
exactly where I was
or where
I was going next.
And suddenly
every direction
felt possible.
Sarah Gill is a poet based in Oklahoma. Her work explores memory, emotional inheritance, and the relationship between place and identity. She is currently building a manuscript and submitting to literary journals.