Slow Man

his steps take forever
like a mis-shapen bird
like a wounded goose
cup of coffee in one hand
his intellect in the other
an endless balancing act
the current of life
energy & emotion
gusts at him like a wild river

he finally arrives at a table
stabilizing for the longest while

and his family calls this
a sedentary lifestyle

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