So Spake Simple Simon
Simple Simon speaks softly.
“I name the clouds
and stick my boots in puddles
that give back to the sky.
On the dirt road to visit my father,
I pet the old dogs with floppy ears.
Like the ones Lucky had.
When the clouds clear,
light finds me,
and I pass it along.
Then I may play again.”
He smiles.
So Spake Simple Simon only in kindness.
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