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Knowing It
Walked home in the
Cold.
Walked home,
Pipecleaners, beads, and paint,
Melding together in my backpack.
Walked home
Because I am too poor
To afford a motor vehicle,
And it was too dark
To ride my bicycle.
Walked home and noted:
Angry people not as poor as me
Striving to drive their vehicles
Past each other with no
Recognition.
Angry to wait on me,
Although, it was really I
Who waited to wade through them.
I know better than to take my chances
Walking
In front of angry wheel clutchers.
The cold sky was cloudy,
The wind was down,
Else the cold would have been bolder.
The river was up.
No vacationers for the lakes up river.
And I--
With images of grays and maybe
Some reds
And black--
Dancing across the canvas of my mind,
I
Gave thanks.
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