Strong Legs(VISUAL POEM)
BY. ANTONIO DOUGLAS
Strong Legs
Friends of the family.
Old drinking buddies.
A parent. Son and a wife.
Was true. Next to a hot cup of tea, I poured my soup.
Food always tastes better with the company.
No home to return to.
Burning down their own. house
At sunrise, the rooster refuses to crow.
Standing up upright.
Staying busy as bees for nearly three days.
So impatient.
Ready?
One.
Two.
Three.
Every time.
How wonderful you are!
Only time will on be as it is.
Only as it is.
It is what it is.
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