Yesterday I found a worm in my apple.
Well, half a worm.
C’mon life, take the gloves off.
You’re better than that.
I like to think we’re still friends, though.
Well, at least there are no hard feelings on my part.
I don’t need blindness to open my eyes.
I never believed you need disadvantage or
disability to achieve enlightenment.
Stephen Hawkings got nuthin' on me.
Except, maybe a degree or two.
And some gills.
My feet still make that squishy, splashing sound,
at the beach, by the sea of poetry,
where I find myself.
So what if my fingers and toes are
without webbing,
So what if I still breathe air.
I will one day swim
with the Octopi and Mermaids.
I will one day rise to get my air.
This is the promise God made to me
the day I was born.
TAKE THE GLOVES OFF
Supplied with boxing gloves,
the size of eyes, nose, mouth, teeth
man, woman, child
like stampeding steeds
with steam of a motorcar
the spring released
what the blank happened —
blackout of the human race
~
Supplied with hands that love,
a daisy chain with fresh Spring
newborn race twists smiles
and kindness into serenity beads
hugs handed out like delicious treats
harmony dancing in the streets
ice packs and dentists no longer needed
hate and violence no longer seeded
3/26/2018
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