Thursday, July 1, 2010

Please Stop

Down on 27th Street
Cracks and chunks of cement 
Have the same old wear;
I see them now as I see myself.

A year ago,
What was I worried for?

I could say,
"Slow the movement"
because I care about--
learning to let go 
trying not to try to be perfect.

Stop, please, please, stop.

I'm grieving you, spirit,
And in turn I'm grieving myself.

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