A Dustern Hermit
Monday, August 20, 2012
No Footholds.
There is no way to step without stepping on my stuff.
Unless you are me. I leap.
Sparing the strewn shoes,
The overflowing basket,
The still-packed suitcase
From the discomfort of stepping steps.
--A Bounding Hermit.
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