I have sat on the street corner
and watched the bootheels
shine
and cried out glad and cried
out sad
with every voice but mine.
One
day i walk in flowers
one
day i walk on stones
today
i walk in hours
one
day i shall be home
one
day i shall be home
(burritt's rapids, ont. --
june, 1970)
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