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About This Poem
Lazarus Walk
Boots
in the closet;
I wait for them to walk
so I can follow.
Wallet
in my drawer;
he needs his license, money,
not a lot,
t-shirt,
pair of pants,
running shoes,
his watch,
binoculars,
field guide,
floppy hat.
I won’t forget.
I’m ready, boots;
lead me;
it’s not too late;
it’s not.
©Kathryn Collins
June 14, 2007
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