Thoughts Have Hands

Today returning from an early morning walk a stick lay in my path,

With a swift unthinking kick I tried to brush it aside,

But it spun in place, moved not at all, and as I kept walking, it seemed to be mocking my lackadaisical style,

Your impulse won’t take you far, effort and stubborn intention move the world,

But if you hope to sway entropy your direction,

you must at least take time to give a damn.

THH

6/6/24

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