I AM A NATURAL WONDER

not like before the weeds are pulled, there
among other weeds, there along the lines
of bird hops or there goes another
whanger. I am wondering more than impossibly
wondering, more than tooting, yonder
yonder, I won’t go nowhere. I won’t leave
nowhere. I won’t rush away there is to see.

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