getting
away from the animals, being junk metal circus ready
walking
twenty miles
with
holes in your socks
doesn’t
matter when your feet
are
already wet and cold
and
with each step
you
become your own
carried
sponge
across
the river rule
you
become another version
of
the stubborn mule
fooled
into holding everything
like
old leather and
plastic
bag liners and
the
blisters that go away
with
liquor and sleeping
huddled
near a barrel fire
with
enough trust in aluminum
to
get a few moments rest
before
the Dawn comes and
the
day swallows you back inside
its
perpetual movement and glow
walking
twenty miles
with
holes in your socks
is enough to
pick up bottle returns
to
sort out why you like to carry
all the
weight of every memory
you
can’t let go of until you are
well
into the next bottle
of whatever can make you forget
for just
a little while longer
while you acknowledge
the daily race is to every last end
and
what a day
places possibility
in your way for
in order for you
to be a part of
some worn lifetime
where nothing
but the poet inside you
knows your mud brick tides
are the pathos
you've laid out
in building a world
that you can see inside
and because ignorance
and bliss
are the perfect
partners
and because they are dancing
and side
stepping
each
slide sweep
of hands turning
out the sea
we are winding the clocks
so that you can see
what your cage
with a symphony
will look like
in the dark
the
fall always seems
so
much quicker
than
the ascent
and you wonder
picking up speed
is
the price of comfort
worth
paying
when turning
your humanity
from an owner
of this world
to
just paying rent
day
by day
with your copper
smelting silhouettes
mimicking where
the pennies went
walking
twenty miles
with
holes in your socks
praying
to whatever Heaven
will
listen enough
to
give you more time
to send yourself hollering prayers
to
bend yourself on your way again
to being your dirty
legume roots
in the spread tuck harvests
of the apple and pear trees
nearing late October
with the tipped smells of rain
picking up what you try
to leave behind
EJR
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