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Four Winds Ambition

 

The dehydrated apple skinned man

Leaned against the door frame

He observed my sweeping technique

Making sure dirt, and crumbs

Found the dustpan

 

I was a kid

He was bent and broken

By a life I could not imagine

Resting his spent body

In the dingy, resident worker quarters

 

“You’ll go far, young man,”

 

I couldn’t understand his rational

I was sweeping a floor

In a dark apartment complex

Full of used up workers

Blown like dust bunnies

Watching old westerns and soaps

On a beast of a console TV

 

The floorboards as worn as they

Faded, split and chipped

Ground down by heels

 

I was just a kid

Gathering debris from every corner

Clueless as to why, and how

They were blown here

Eternal Hope

 

Winter I thought you dead

Lifeless under frost

My own body coiled

Under blankets frost thin

 

Heartbreak aches in cold

But still beats sallow, deep

Subsist under curled leaves

In naked forest sermons

 

But days grow by minutes

Given the slightest coax

Impudent shoots push

Through the softened skin

 

Miraculous blood flow

Glacier covers break from bed

I rise slow awakened

Eager buds on every twig

From out stretched hands

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