’s hard to believe in yourself when you need to help others believe in themselves.
Body, soul, and the intellect: there’s a song about the first one, but the other two
you don’t know if you can’t hear or see what the head says when the heart finds
lips and fingers. Crow flies that was strutting in the unmanicured grass growing
among islands of dirt. The man said, Mow your grass, and so I swung the scythe
I learned to wield along the edge of water where I was paid to ensure its flowing.
(16 August 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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