busy, focused
fine hand, handed
firm drink at day’s end.
along with laughs and
reaffirming humanity.
be beautiful, be self
steel soul still saddled
but ride forward
slight wobble
whip the world with the
leather it lashed you with
in past lives
still legendary
dream and plan
vacations with dementia
and demented progress
dug in dirt, but yet to reach
ashes to ashes
ash the square
square the books
little braided
brown heads
still haunt sleep and
days close
to commemoration
take nine breaths
for billowing wings
wavering on winds of
tomorrow
fly on,
and drop
raindrops of hop
on the head of the
unheard.
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