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Black Man Carrying An Alligator Briefcase

Only I know how my heart feels,
to lose from the beginning
and gain slowly, to give away
with both hands.

Days when I listen and speak,
but stand back. To enter rooms
that fall silent. The withering looks
and absentminded curiosity.

The cascading loneliness,
the deluge of expectations,
the grades and judgments
which leave me empty.

The feeling is not new,
but expressing the feeling is new;
I write more often in my diary book,
scribble to myself, gawk at myself,
fix a permanent record of what I know.

I smile like a man from the country
wearing the wrong clothes in the city.
Or when you leave work early
but miss your train and rest
on a bench in the idle station.

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Very skillfully rendered. I like your style. Don
Though you say expressing the feeling is new, you write with fine tuned skill. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful write.