A Wild Meander

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I don’t want to hear the morn’ coming in; stay at bay.

At my pace, I’ll share my fruit with the wild; bid good day.

When the sun seems warm enough, out I’ll go; come what may.

Truth is, creatures know I can’t resist them; so I stray.

Co

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Early from work

To tell you how much you meant to me

I came

And you could not believe my words

Your words, I said

Meant so much to me that I gave my life

To help them along

Oh Words

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Each of us

Each

(asserted, channeling Dr. Angelou’s assertiveness)

Is defined not by the dictionary-eyes of casual glancers

Nor by the information-containing codewords from our fathers

Fallen or otherwise

No

Each of us

Each

Is defined by the footstep-shaped letters we leave for others

And by the blessed word riding, wafting, if you will, on our very next breath

Intended or otherwise

Oh

Lefty

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Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.

I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this?

Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit

It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted