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Shaking Quaker

a lifetime of clutter
gathered,
carried,
abandoned

fragments of literary moments,
ferments of literal momentos
slung across a shoulder
with a flask of forgotten dawns
where i have awakened
stripped bare of all but this Soul,
drunk,
mad,
naked
and standing like a beach bum Jesus
before a white sand road to Galilee
with only

the ocean's wind for conversation,
the gull's shadow for companionship,
the sea's shells for currency

this austere visage,
a kingdom for a gutter poet

where a hat placed upon a head
gestures a new beginning
uncluttered by trappings
gathered,
carried,
abandoned

to a world turning,
not away

but beneath this sand,
in every grain
gathered,
carried,
abandoned
by a wave
goodbye

hat upon head,
free to dance, shout, sing

upon this earth,
like a shaking quaker

in praise of love,
the only possession i carry