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Inquire Within

3/11/2016

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Something stirs today.

Not like the cars I hear,
rambling in the distance,
rushing to and fro.

Not like the tires
on the gravel lane next door,
or the buzzing of the weed-eater
on the next block.

Not even like the creaking
of the aluminum siding on this house,
as the sun raises its
over-night temperature.

No. Something stirs within.

I like to think of myself as
possessing alacrity, as energy ready
as the doves that chase
the marauding blackbirds from their field.

But I respond to the day
only after my inner soup has simmered.
I will serve no me
before it's time.
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    j. david gray

    Using a pen, a sharp tongue, and a sense of humor.

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