Monday, June 2, 2014

ELEGY FOR TESTOSTERONE

Sauntering slow—through
lawn
after fence-

defined 
neighborhood lawn—and admittedly 
relishing 

that fresh smell
of mowed grass—until,
feeling a bit

rushed by the 
thick throes 
of the kind

of wind that often means 
swift rain 
is about to come on,

I suddenly
shivered 
with the blustery 

thought—
that I've 
just never been 

all that
cut-
out for aggression.

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