this hand is unused to the pen
i am awkward, clumsy
i drop the glass -- i fall
down
this garden - neglected
fading -- drooping
this garden is still
beautiful
i leap from my dreams
i do not walk, i do not
pick up after
myself
i do not look
i do not breathe
i am clumsy, awkward
i drop myself
i fall down
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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