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The Reluctant Hermit
by R. Drew

It's raining now: you should have seen the dawn
All pink and innocent, awaiting
Her first day
I wish I coulda gone out there early
Like everybody else did,
Glancing at the sky from time to time,
Joking, digging, turning each new chunk
Of suspicious quartzite
Over and over between mudstained fingers,
Looking for the tell-tale marks
Of human meddling.

It's raining now, but it sure was dry this morning
When I had to pass, again, the
Unrepeatable chance to scavenge
Some accidental legacy.
I have squandered all my week's energy and tolerance
On chores and obligations, even the
Extra few moments of persistence I sometimes find
Hiding midst my self respect and
Bald resolve. None left
To use to mingle with, fit in with, to
Laugh among my present group of friends with
Who won't beg me out forever, either,
Waiting for my cure and my apparent
Decidable choice
To rejoin the human's race.

I hate this rain.
© Copyright 1997, Rose Drew, All Rights Reserved.




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