My feet still fold
in the lotus bend of legs,
my knees a little more
buckled in its pretzel form
and I still sit to pull weeds
from the sidewalk cracks
in the heat of summer
stinging my backside.
…still at the road corner
on the block with virgin eyes
a hopeful heart in center traffic
pink face, the clearest mind;
should I be released from fear
in less than a thousand tears,
youth will be extended;
cross my heart, hope to die-
come hell or high water.
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