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When only a
boy I relished
charging through them loved the feel
of mud between my toes father always
yelling “Stay out
of the puddles!” with age I lost
the carefree ones Years later in the hospital
for heads the doctors
warned Guilt, Blame
and Anger are streets
without sewers the only
solace: we are 'all' convicts locked inside
the cells of our bodies protozoa
swimming in a gigantic puddle After decades
of puddles some almost
drowning me my soul is
mired, its boots worn thin I zig zag often
but can't run like I used to too often they
catch me travelling
anxiety’s sidewalk panic spattered
days and dreams © 1994
Chris Sorrenti |
