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corners
corners
i have walked around corners
when i should have stood still
driven fast in slow zones
and sat at the apex of silent
stone walls
i've said words i meant when i was high
and regretted when i was low
twisted sentences until they were wrung
too dry to matter
and left paragraphs drowning for want of a word
my soul aches at midnight
and burns at the zenith of emptiness
crunched and crushed like flattened cardboard;
my shelter from wind,
my home under the dry blanket of arizona dust
i’ve looked into the eyes of a broken old man
seen the sadness built around his journey
and the hopelessness erected
like a still-empty cross,
awaiting his outstretched hands
i have watched while he dries tears
from the face of humanity,
saddened by the race of mankind
scratching to get to the same corner
i walked around
when i should have stood still
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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