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On Wednesday, October 21, 2020 at 8:05:13 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> The Shoes, The Roof, The Dharma Blues
> by Edward Rochester Esq.
>
> I look down at the shoes my brother bought,
> I look up at a piece of blue plastic, a friend donated,
> I look out at a river and see we have nothing in common.
>
> That river flows seeking its own level
> I balance on gifted shoes never finding a sturdy path,
> the plastic keeps out the rain which the river praises.
>
> I'm not a fish, not a raccoon, I do not belong in these woods
> but here I am, waiting for the call, sketching my existence
> but the page remains blank.
>
> He did it right, Kerouac, pouring in another quart, blowing up his stomach,
> me? Cheap wine takes so much longer--I try and gulp in the night
> but it doesn't work. I try to point out others and their weaknesses
> and fail.
>
> I'm not sure where that turn in the road began, but it's here
> as I look down at the shoes a brother bought and up
> at blue plastic a friend donated.
>
> I count the drips as a storm passes and envy the river that rejoices.

A wonderful read.