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CEDARVILLE
REVIEW
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With My Feet
By David Grandouiller
Instead of staring at a white blank page
Today, maybe I’ll go
Out and write
with my feet
On wet gravel, on patio tile,
On my tip-toes, on the clutch pedal. Maybe
I’ll go
out and see
For myself
What the fuss is about. Something
Tells me there’s a storm drain
That catches pink morning light
Through the Alder leaves.
Something tells me that
Today the air is like soft lips
On my face that the breeze
Carries off too soon.