from Wisps

4.




it takes so little
so little to disturb
my day so little
to fall down and die
I take my troubles
shuffle forward
step back a bit
slip side to side
such indecision
such quandary
again repeated
becomes my dance
a pebble slaps
into the dust
becomes enough
to shape my lust

(May 2012, work in progess)

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