If we could make it clear to the walk,
make it corner and curb on it's own,
make it a nicely formed combat to
miss nothing, weeds and all to eliminate
greed, greedy edges spoken well of,
spoken like a true walk, green though
it wants to be, to meander through.
Posts, borders at will softly make all
the other ways look, look impenetrably,
impassably, without all guards down,
without a handshake to seal anything,
but it actually, really was all the right
protocol, protecting us all from virus,
wicked in our eyes, right by all others.
Then we'll never go that way, the drive,
the car stays, drives, all by itself it tells,
it wants to make do, expressly, impressions,
tired though they mock, as though reconciled
to all, to the very next day, how we embrace,
seen clearly, seen last of all, we are known
as if ever we will see an unforgiven soul.
© 2016 Larry Ingram
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