yesterday
a carved wooden cane called cancer
----------came out of nowhere and
--------------------whacked us in the solar plexus
but when Jack carried it he used it like a
sceptre
magically inspiring the different strands to tie together
reaching out and hooking us in
poking prodding the soft underside of
apathy
pointing out a better way down
a clearer road
helping us walk that road
even with our broken hips
yesterday
a gentle wooden cane
---------fell out of nowhere
-----------------at our feet
waiting for us to pick it up
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