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The Perambulate

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The Perambulate 
David J Walker

(Bach Cello Suite N1 in G Mischa Maisky)


What part of me 
Was lost 
or
Never was 

I see  
Refracted 
reflections
In a turbid sky

I feel the
	Dryness 
Of a desert 
Cracked in brown skin

I see a crown
Muddied
	Bloodied
Without a head

I read a calendar
	Faded 
In a boarded up
            Skelly station

I visit the home of
            Discarded 
Treasures
Called secondhand stores

I watch reruns of TV
	Shows
I never watched 
before

I remember every Teacher from
	Elementary school
And forget most of the rest
	On purpose

I drive an old car
	I’ve always 
Wanted
But could never afford 

I married and
	Buried myself
In a love sworn to
	Last forever 

I’ve lived a long 
		Life
And wanted more

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