Poems
2014-09-04
So What If?
Finally upon the edge
Mud on my shoes
And maybe blood
I have reached the moment I was made for.
It was no easy thing to get here
Across the gravel of yesterdays.
So what if I've never been anywhere else?
White Plains, NY, 2014.02.26
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