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The Reluctant Hermit by R. Drew It's raining now: you should have seen the dawn All pink and innocent, awaiting Her first day I wish I coulda gone out there early Like everybody else did, Glancing at the sky from time to time, Joking, digging, turning each new chunk Of suspicious quartzite Over and over between mudstained fingers, Looking for the tell-tale marks Of human meddling. It's raining now, but it sure was dry this morning When I had to pass, again, the Unrepeatable chance to scavenge Some accidental legacy. I have squandered all my week's energy and tolerance On chores and obligations, even the Extra few moments of persistence I sometimes find Hiding midst my self respect and Bald resolve. None left To use to mingle with, fit in with, to Laugh among my present group of friends with Who won't beg me out forever, either, Waiting for my cure and my apparent Decidable choice To rejoin the human's race. I hate this rain. © Copyright 1997, Rose Drew, All Rights Reserved. |
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