Grace (a child's tale)


i'm living in a state of grace
(with my loves upon my face)

walking backward in March today
(in this wind so brave it's chaste)

when i see how to care past circumstance
(is best)

and behind what was in front of me
the rules of engagement like grit scatter--

giving you some, then some more,  
a bit of the worm, with its slow bore
til the dirt pops up, fuzzing everything

and i head to the beach on my bike




© Copyright 2005 Peter Chapman

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