IT MAY BE BUT NOT
It may be but not that the stars
and sun are in my being and
instead they rise in my heart and
soul. I cannot say for sure how
much any of this is mine.
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Maybe I should qualify that
statement : Walking home
again along less engendered
streets, I find taxicabs letting
off people and very few words
being spoken; as if everyone
lives in their hearts and souls.
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Alone, I stay in these watershed
ideas, and keep all my counsel
to myself. The loading-dock
nearby is receiving pallets. I
cross myself, and walk away.
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