Lit the way, the ancient steps
Braille footprints in the sand
My feet find as I crept
Through the woods and through the depths
Quilted branches brood the path
The cryptic codes of the trail
A broken branch, a tired math
To appear in the darkness a baby swale
At pre-dawn light a cabin
Lone in a moocows earth
The wood feels ashen
And fill my lungs with smoke of mirth
Food was burning bright
On the ovens throne
Parried the endless blight
Fog crusted overture in the darkest tone
With beard and axe on his back
Out from back came man
Shelved his tool on a rack
And offered to me his hand
We ate in the silent dawn
A stew of rabbits and baby fawn
Until full on life and well
We coated ourselves for the woods dark swell
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He sat in the quarry and read
And watched as the other men’s hands bled
The Old Man in The Sea
To hard work took priority
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He watched a sunrise
And thought deep
About how early it came up
But then went back to sleep
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His father bought him a bag of peanuts
At his favorite baseball park
But a homerun was hit hard
And he dropped them through the seats and into the dark
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He got his shoes polished
By a dirty old man in black
And when he gave him a quarter
The old man said ‘I can’t take that”
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He woke with sleep in his eyes
And dug his fingers into their socket
And wiped his hands dry
On an old dear locket
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He read the periodicals
Turning the obituaries over
Looking for his picture
In the upper right hand corner
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He had his name in type
Published for his literary article
But he worried if maybe
They might misspell some particle
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She cut her hair with a pair of scissors
And watched it fall to the tile
A strand got caught on her fore-head
And she hoped it would stretch a mile
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He drank tea and stared at a mirror
And thought how good he would look on color T.V
He crossed his legs and took a sip
From the lighthouse past the last levee
