Evolution
and the man
how you want to be
the one man band
the solo man
seeing all
around those
mothers sons
adrift unfettered
by
the trailing chain of history
family obligation
pecked at every turn
sat today we
remembered
hands
learning how to
cross brace gates the
time spent on the
wet stone
sharpening tools
not so simple
sometimes hurtful
taken over time
the callous
what
my mother calls
proud flesh
almost makes an organelle
alone no reason though
to blow that horn
to celebrate
necessity
and here speaks
your mother of
invention
to say
sorry thanks you
once again
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