The heavens dropped me hard

Bump upon the asphalt, shard

Of broken beer bottle right into

My wrist


Yet somehow I wobbled then walked

Learnt to talk and gave up

Living for poetry, gave up

Loving for poetry


And to my surprise He gifted me

A lover of the highest order

And smaller people to occupy

My boredom, now living again


So I sit here, tapping at this tablet

Feeling my thoughts, alone amongst

The daily gathering


I am haughty and determined to

Press out further poetry from the

Great green grapes of this

Non-special space-time locale

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