Poem Hunter
(January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)


There's a single grain
of sand
in my shoe

I can't get it out
I pause and kick
but it doesn't come free

So I take off my shoes
and walk to your house
exactly as I wanted to:
naked from the ankles down.

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I dig your simple style that leaves me to ponder.