Having Done All, Stand


Like dawn’s early mist


Or a new mother awaken from her slumber

Three hours.

Knees buckling like a groom

I don’t.

I can’t do it. So I must


I will stand. I will stand.

If it’s the last thing I ever do.

I’ll get up.


[Poem #154]


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