Legs Akimbo
By birksy
A well rounded man,stands legs akimbo,to the straining groundas, in his hands, hispot is held, and he justsmiles as the passers bypay for the novelty ofthe well rounded man.Tomorrow, too, he will standand move with the crowdstill smiling, head tothe sun, dust in his hair,sweat on his brow.He seems a nice man,it would be cowardlyto call him strange.The rushed blur behind, Is too busy for him, his Frame, one of a kind.And the silver coin, I flip,it crests the mountainsand tumbles into the jug,And the smile widens justa little more. Written February 9th, 1999 © on Nov 13 2001 05:54 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"A well rounded man,stands legs akimbo,to the straining groundas, in his hands, hispot is held, and he justsmiles as the passers bypay for the novelty ofthe well rounded man.Tomorrow, too, he will standand move with the crowdstill smiling, head tothe sun, dust in his hair,sweat on his brow.He seems a nice man,it would be cowardlyto call him strange.The rushed blur behind, Is too busy for him, his Frame, one of a kind.And the silver coin, I flip,it crests the mountainsand tumbles into the jug,And the smile widens justa little more...."