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Life Arts    H4'ed 6/14/20

Inside my shoe

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Walking back to our car
In the shadow of the Knob
Late afternoon Shirley
Just an easy shout ahead

Calls Come here!
Gesturing Hurry!
She is looking at the road
At her feet

Is it a snake?
Or an insect
I wonder
Why the urgency?

I join her looking down
In the sand
Between where the
Rare car passes

And the grass starts
There is a footprint
That looks like a large palm
With fingers pulled in

It's a bear I look up
And scan the field
It looks so human
Like someone

Walking barefoot
So vulnerable
Just like me
Inside my shoe

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling (more...)
 

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