sometimes the weight, the wait
of this life
drags me in
down in the dumps
dirty with the fur of a thousand responsibilities
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there is me somewhere climbing that mountain
feeding the poor in a hovel
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there is  me and a man
with a beard and a crooked smile wrapped in a sheet in a tower
flowers at our feet
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there is me
solitary and standalone
one plate at the table and one glass in the sink
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somewhere
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there are no bruised knees and lost homework pages
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no dustbunnies clogged plumbing kitchen towels hairs in the drain
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this is the heft of the sum of my choices
the bracelets i wear
the rings
the babies still moored to my shores
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but somewhere
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there is me
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