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For years I’ve tried to bury<br /> | |||
the child in me: that last proud<br /> | |||
the child in me: that last proud | barber pole I stood in front of<br /> | ||
barber pole I stood in front of | as a boy, the new housing project,<br /> | ||
as a boy, the new housing project, | chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,<br /> | ||
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat, | poverty just a spelling word.<br /><br /> | ||
poverty just a spelling word.</ | To rate responsibility, I’ve tried <br /> | ||
to rid myself of selfish <br /> | |||
evasion. It’s just as well<br /> | |||
that I move to Nepal! <br /> | |||
Someone believes, someone bleeds. <br /> | |||
A girl bolts screaming from bed,<br /><br /> | |||
her hands pathetic wild birds,<br /> | |||
a wooden man plods from<br /> | |||
the house of his single mind.<br /> | |||
At such times, when the cover<br /> | |||
is torn off catalog comforts<br /> | |||
and nothing grown seems full,<br /><br /> | |||
the child sliding head-first<br /> | |||
into home, center of a good idea,<br /> | |||
dustily rises, clear on the score,<br /> | |||
and the words that passed for life<br /> | |||
go in one ear and out the other,<br /> | |||
a naughty habit never broken. | |||
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