CALLOW LANE
ROAD
I am terribly ambidextrous; I can screw things up
with either hand. It's that easy. here I am now,
sitting back in a clump, overlooking some Delaware
River hill, a furrow of nothing and dirt, when some
cows amble by, and keep going. I suppose this
nearby is their pasture, and who to them am I?
They're right, for sure; I don't belong, but
harmless as well I remain.
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If I had words, though I don't speak cow, I'd
probably just manage to apologize for something
unknown - some foible, some past mistake,
that my feral mind would imagine them noticing.
Yeah, so smart am I to think this way of them.
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I am lame, I am stupid, I am human and
dumb. After all, this is all I can be.
After all, this is all I can be?
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