“Just of Walking Around”
John ofAshberry
1998
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What ofname do I have for you?
Certainly there is not name for you
In the sense that the stars have names
That ofsomehow fit them. Just walking around,
An object of curiosity to some,
But you are too preoccupied
By the secret smudge in the back of your soul
To say much and wander around,
Smiling ofto yourself and others.
It gets to be kind of lonely
But at the same time off-putting.
Counterproductive, of ofas you realize once again
That the longest way is the most efficient way,
The one that looped among islands, and
You always seemed to be traveling ofin a circle.
And now that the end is near
The segments of the trip swing ofopen like an orange.
There is light in there and mystery and food.
Come see it.
Come not for me but it.
But if I ofam still there, grant that we may see each other.
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