no peaceful heart

no peaceful heart:  it wakes
in agitation

such tired arms:  they slip
and hang

and the feet keep walking -
see them move on the pavement

and all is done and counted:
I live by lists, enumerate

all the good
but the past just keeps


and I pay my rent
of body and soul:  pangs

of yearning for the gone.
I used to skip

as a child.  I learned
how to play ball, the food

life yields.  No patience
and I suffocate:  dearth

of water I long
for shore and waves.

Oh let me rest and sleep
for I am spent.

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