I slip around the edges
Touching briefly then slipping away.
I dance around the edges
Bowing to a partner or two then skipping away.
I pace along the edges
Sharing a fire or a meal then drifting away.
I wander the edges of the world
Watching just outside the fire’s light then walking away.
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Tracy Linder considers herself the proverbial “Jack of all trades, Master of none.” At any one time she is a teacher, counselor, wordsmith, classical pianist, vocal soloist (usually in the shower), avid baker, amateur fan of history, film, theater, and every so often finds time to sit quietly with an embroidery hoop. She currently works from home.
