he gazes, half seeing,
thoughts numbed
by circumstance
shuffles his feet
and laughs out loud
causing heads to turn
he apologises for his outburst
and smiles at the irony -
the wording on the box
surrounding his feet …
KEEP MOVING
again stifleing a chuckle
and wiggleing toes
‘Oh, how these feet can dance’
he sits and waits
counting his blessings -
the past now cleansed by water
a new start, begin again
be what he wants to be ...
like the cardboard on his feet
... he can move on
...he will move on
standing he dances
a soft shoe shuffle -
in cardboard
for just one moment
lightening their grief
and from catastrophe
... hope is born …









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