I Started the Day Feeling Fine

Only Bread, Only light


That is, my simple trousers

Hung well

On my stippled

Inefficient legs

& I was right with the world



On the street

Had contributions—


The village pump

I sang a short song


The seahorse’s coordinates

Had their way with me then

No longer welcome

In the story teller’s circle

I was far at sea

Without friends by sundown

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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