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Folktales

July 12, 2012

We are split in the middle.

Denying you crave a knight

I stand here anxiously awaiting my damsel.

Meanwhile

Clouds douse the hot packed earth

Fall leaves rouse like flocks of birds

And trail in blond disarray

Behind an invisible piper.

 

We are split in the middle.

You tiptoe on unsteady shoes

Reaching for higher ground, and yet

Somehow you still find the time to leave behind

A shoe.

Admit you need to be rescued

Or if that leaves a taste too bitter to swallow

You be the hero

And rescue

Me.

Either way

We’re merely turning the tables

 

Isn’t this the way the world goes

Beyond all the high-minded talk

of he and she, he and he or she and she

It’s a simple question of who’s on top

And the complicated scramble that ensues?

 


-10/25/2004

 

 

 

( some recent drawings)

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 12, 2012 10:15 am

    Beautiful

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