I have horrible dreams about how happy you are.
But only grown ups live here now.
I am no longer the reversed fool, absent
eyes closed, cliff bound stepper.
I have bagged up all my loose humility,
the shardes in the yard,
the minute pieces that left my feet bloody last year.
I don’t walk outside barefoot anymore.
No one will sweep your dirty sidewalks.
This yard is yours to keep,
even courageous hands are cautious of splinter bites.
Interesting thought expanded by three stanzas, personal and interpersonal…
Thanks for all your support Rudy!
Love this! Each line is a wow, especially “bagged up all my loose humility.”
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