When you’ve
been on your feet all day,
it helps to
stop and choose a spot
to squat to
ruminate a touch -- not much --
about the
shifty fro-and-to of you
and the
necessity of your elaborate pursuits --
how long it
takes to put your boots on,
for example, or
to undertake the stewardship
of all the
many other exigencies
of your stridently
imperious morphology.
We’re all the
ins-and outs of rude biology.
It’s nice,
sometimes, internally, to tell on it.
Though not, perhaps, to dwell on it..
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