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Idle

Date Written: October 12, 2017

 

O ageless cave

All dusty and rusty

Like cutlass in the farmhouse

Dead, lying there

With its sight on its master

 

O rusted hoe

All hopeless and helpless

While the farmhand uses his bare

It sleeps through ages

With handle dry and mouth un-watered

 

Lonely wayfarer

Have you come with any work?

For the day is dusky

And the hoes are rusty

 

No old man

Am a lost wanderer

And the ‘thing’ which I seek

I am yet to find

If the day is dusky,

And hoes be rusty

Then, I shall set out

With you stranger

And search the earth

For that which you seek

 

 

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