Too much thinking/not enough doing

Hesitation;

staring into the hardwood floorboard soft with love and life,

watching invisible feet dance across, numerous hands dragging sopping rags,

sweaty, hungry men leisurely placing each piece down, 1939.

Holds us up, holds me up, holds me to the light to melt away the burrs

so i may be me, so i may be free, so i may be kind and give generously.

 

 

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