Our Guard
Someone is outside on the sidewalk,
Someone, pacing back and forth.
Could this someone be a timid lover,
Afraid to knock on the door?
Could this someone be a guard
To protect us from the neighborhood arsonist?
No, it's an old woman who has lost her mind,
She does not know where she is.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Electric Acorn
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