Cross Walk

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Cross Walk

Opting out is not the opposite
of opting in
switch simple like a toggle
nor boisterous as a mission

the rank and file is not
what I parade against
I’m pedestrian in my
to jay-walk the conceits
of the hoi polloi

dead in the tracks
of that Janus divvy
equal parts facing
continuum or

if not grave
crossing against
the light


NaPoWriMo   April 0f 2013

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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