The Shifty Fro-and-To of You

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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