by Kelly Steier

Created on: March 03, 2010

Draw A Line

Draw a line in the cold cement streets

that echo deeply in an unforgiven soul

that walks without flair

or pretense to nowhere at all

and yet finds my way back.

Draw a line in the steel and electricity

that reaches endless borders

along the tunnels and by-ways of a city

that harbors hopes for those who

carry wads of green paper

within their ravaged souls.

Draw a line for all unsaid, undone

as the years rushed by like the wind on a willow

and youth became fleeting

and the arms of hope drooped with

arthritic pain that bespeaks a reality of age.

Draw a line for the other side of the mountain

that calls my name in hushed tones

for my ears need to listen carefully for

words of wisdom that arrive too late,

too fast in secession for my tired spirit

is spent, by worry and compromise.

The boat has sailed along its journey

a very long time ago and I stood at the edge of the tide

and watched with fear and consternation

too afraid to venture forth and so I walked away

back to the gray morbid streets of my youth

that never changed, but I did.

Draw a line and watch it fade

into non-existence.

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