07/21/10
4:22 pm
Bay Ridge
The Hermit
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The assiduous hermit seeks a dwelling.
It has become larger,
And its house lesser,
The pressure on its waist consuming.
As it rummaged around for second-rate shelters
He had to resist other husk carriers
Yearning religiously
Frisking scrupulously,
Finding its niche.
As it settled in one shabby nook
An untouched refuge it now betook
Its unarmed tail now protected
From all the scrapes and bruises, he now departed.
It may not be free from the toil and grapple
Yet now it could rest its claws
For tomorrow a new day begins
A new soul labors,
A new spool spins.
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