higher worlds6I, The IdiotLeas2

They say I'm an idiot,
A simple dotard,
But I don't grapple with appellations.
I'm like Straw bones--
Not caring why Lincoln calls him that.

I care about autumn leaves--and Fina.
She scurries to the pile,
Brown like herself.
Swirling, rustling,
Tail and stems together.
Everything scatters and she barks!
Watching is a pleasure,
But I don't miss the vagrants without Higher destinations passing by.

I shine!

A shining idiot?
I don't struggle with opinions.

After I shed my old


My flame will burn brighter.





Submitted by: Naimah on 02/27/015

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