an off balance dance to get
a little closer no exaggeration
it’s been years since any of these
thoughts raged through his mind
knocking him into the off balance
dance and if no shrubs were around
he may have fallen standing on one foot
leaning hoping he’s not pushed
off into the ocean again
the high seas are no place
for a thinker he alone would
be the human island of introspection
tripping over thoughts
of rising sun other side of town
while he trims the greens in the sink
sitting street side little higher up
than the others up on the second floor
tossing words over the edge
like pennies in a well
for no reason superstition
is that whoever owns the well
will be rich someday…
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