Yesterday's Paper was not Read
I'm trying to run straight
on hairpin turns
on the left side
because they told me
that's where runners belong
Lake Lure I learned by curves
in midafternoon
I don't read the papers
I am happier that way
I know the song
of an indigo bunting
My song is still
a copycat
of a northern mockingbird
enjoying the day
The water rubs the rocks clean
longer than making the best of love
That I was the water, the rocks, the roads,
certain of shape, direction, and time
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