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More than Man
Poems
Jan 2015
A Time to Sleep
I see the rusted windmill turning.
Nobody's happy, everyone's counting.
I grow tired.
I set into the creek my bare feet.
It's too cold, it's too wet; this isn't for me.
The broken boards of the porch where no one's standing,
The views forgotten from the withered bridge left standing.
I grow tired.
And the leaves of a tree where friends were made,
The longer I stare the colors will fade.
The stars are too far toΒ Β be conceived in the mind,
The plans made beneath them, never quite right.
Fore bearers debate over who is to blame,
The women forge no path and show no shame.
I grow tired.
Unkempt barbed wire represents a divide,
No reason to cross with plans brushed aside.
Outside there's knocking: to stifle and hide,
Or pull the curtains asunder and let in the light.
I harden my mind, trade myself for a cure,
An empty wish to trade my losses for hers.
The wind moves against me, I fall from my feet,
I've read to the west there's more to see.
I grow tired...
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More than Man
30/M/America
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