Near the Line

a while back

with tilted eyes and monikers

whilst tippy toes clod-hopped

she discovered 

quite unobtrusively

that quietly

with no pomp 

the circumstance of near arrival

of a large marking of time

spent judiciously 

on a daily basis

was fast approaching

the fear of success

or the idea of achievement 

hobbled her

almost instantaneously

so much so

that all regular habits

died on the spot

* * *

still

the roots live

deep and strong

whether near some invisible line

or not

and new sprouts and shoots

are bound to grow

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