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by Tia Finn |
dexter's metaphor a cornfield a tractor a sullen smile-less father grace captured in moments wallpapered into memory the child wanders in wonder with no one there to share the words a midnight moonlit stage a young man struggles falters and in his own mind, fails. eyes look away backs turn chances turn to smoke babies turn into burdens then blessings nothing frees him and he won't forget or forgive his own folly his foolish heart his imperfect humanity time is his tractor run over the edge of a field well plowed brimming with harvest only he cannot see she touches the side of his tender smile and holds a wheat filled sunrise cornsilk promises the life they both held in a hope chest and folds it into a dream she would give him if she knew how. un-stuck buddha smiles and pelts me with coconuts I am brave and walk on it's only now I am discovering this new unheralded continent called fearless a little shaky but determined I know the abyss is waiting but if I keep straight my gaze there are ways I've yet to walk and wild aplenty moving on darwin gone bad the crickets sing a loud gspel chorus and the lizard smiles he knows the ending not so different that animal kingdom we're all dead men walking in a prison well designed we smile and shake our heads at the folly the failures, then keep on just the same evolution may be the theory of merit after all but I've a hunch it's moving the other way.
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