Human Seeds
She didn't have the best mind in the class
she knew that;
nor the prettiest face.
She couldn't play the clown-make people laugh
and she was not the one to understate
thoughts and feelings
on specific things.
She moved among her contemporaries
unseen, untouched
not noticed
nor scorned
but not given either
much respect.
She didn't dance-
too much exposure there-
and her body often betrayed
her lack of balance
and too
she didn't much think
of body parts as
internal expressions.
At least not her's.
So she circled her Being
around one friend and her books;
the one friend who shared her predicament.
And the two would associate, rather than talk,
hung together on lunch-time walks
each having someone who
could navigate that long mile
from lunch room table
to lunch room door.
Two shadows close enough
each concealing the other,
therefore, together they were shadowless.
Til one day she read in one of her books
that Shadow Beings have an
opportunity
to make of themselves new things,
because they are not filled up yet with superficials.
Empty vessels tho they might be
they too
can choose what ingredients
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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