God's Blessing and Calamity
I comb my hair
to fit my head~now more
a chore of strands; walk
with my feet at different
angles, they seeming to like
it that way, making amusing
duck-tracks in the snow, steps
for the fox to sniff and blow,
and a place where the bear can
snort and go – I cannot write
like Shakespeare...but I doubt
that he could write like me –
each of us having a personal
voice, God's blessing and
and calamity....
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