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I got a glimpse –
at last! – of soul today.
He popped out of the blue
to sit upon a blue art deco curb
about ten feet away –
naked, slightly wary –
tinted blue himself –
appeared a little cold –
not very old –
late adolescence:
fuzzy-bearded, awkwardly un-used
to sensual maturity –
still a touch embarrassed
by his body hair.
It’s taken almost sixty years
to get him there.
at last! – of soul today.
He popped out of the blue
to sit upon a blue art deco curb
about ten feet away –
naked, slightly wary –
tinted blue himself –
appeared a little cold –
not very old –
late adolescence:
fuzzy-bearded, awkwardly un-used
to sensual maturity –
still a touch embarrassed
by his body hair.
It’s taken almost sixty years
to get him there.
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