Apr 08 2011
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sandberg grass at 24
just wading my way right through it
wading through time up to my knees
and that’s scary.
still young like an unburdened horse
but with training,
like an unburdened trained thing
plowing its path through grass up to its knees…
sandberg grass. plowing and wading.
swimming and running, one day maybe
if i move forward i’ll find my gait
and run run run run run….
till I sit on a bench and twinkle my eyes
and smile at memories yet to fade
and springtime, again.
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