WALKING BACKWARDS B----
Shoes for round feeling, morning, up woke I.
Well, blues walking old, these got I that know
shoes for round feeling, mourning this, woke up.
Blues walking old, these got I, that you know.
Horn, lonesome old, my blowing, feel I Lord.
Lord gone, was little, my morning, this up, got
horn. Lonesome my blowing, like feel I. Lord
gone was, had I all morning up, got I.
Blinds the ride to have, morning, this leave well.
Dying mind. Don’t I, mistreated, feel I
blind the ride to . . . Have I, if morning, this leaving,
dying mind. Don’t I, baby mistreated, been I, babe.
Bad . . . ain’t blues worried the . . . that tell some well.
Had ever most, I, feeling old worst.
Bad ain’t blues old, worried old. These that me, tell people some.
Had ever most, I feeling, old worst, the its.
Toes her to, down head her from movement, elgin a, got she’s /
goes she. Anywhere. Most dollar A. On=In, break
toes. Her to down. Head her from, ooh . . .
Goes she anywhere. Most dollar, A on, in break she Lord.
Barry Alpert / Silver Spring MD US / 3-31-10 (10:26 AM)
Initially prompted by the accidental collision of Brian Hawkins' "Walking Snap" with the music to which I was listening when I read his luminous poem. Though I have snapped quite a number of photos walking backwards while performing paparazzi photography, my recent walks in that direction have occurred in the hallways of the building in which my 91 year old mother lives, in order to be certain she's holding onto the railing and to prevent falls.
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