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Recalcitrant

I want to be released

from memory,


like a bird

in the trees,


objectified, like a dot

on the concrete,


ossified, like a fossil, then thrown 

into the sea!  Reality


is humiliating.  Let me fall

with the branches, and run


with the bees, roll

with the rocks - 


I’ve had it with COVID - 

I’ll take the slime


on the back

of an amphibian, that weed


though the crack 

of the neighborhood street.  I’ll be dawn


as the earth spins, how ‘bout that?  The red cheek

of a baby.  I’ll be wheels 


and the smell of gasoline 

and the apple


that you’re eating, the kickup of dirt and dust

as you peel - I’ll be the manner


in which 

each of us


does everything, just not the tenor

of need.  Ain’t nothin wrong


with a vaccine 

mandate, but people remember


the surprise hospital bills, loan servicing 

fees.  The problem is an untrustworthy 


government, missing

the tenor


of need, so that

one - like me - would rather


secede

than suffer


one more 

humiliation,


and you shame shaming me.

When will this country


finally allow 

for a little patriotism,


built on 

self-criticism


and loving people, bobbing, like a buoy

in the mist, the free market 


fundamentalists

captured, the hypocrites


they are.



Posted 09/11/21
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