Unhindered
bare foot in shoebox scraping thin dust of wood floors
limping and lurching crooked elbows under flat sheet
contorted countenance wailing through jagged eye-hole
the ghost of One-Legged Willy has returned
but six eyes fix on morning cartoons, unhindered
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