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.

A while ago, when I

still believed that

Billie Shakespeare

wrote all that, I stood

on weeds behind 

Hathaway's thinking

hundreds had walked

here, breathed here.

.

Then it dawned to a

romantic mind-bent, 

that hundred thousands

fought or stood here

thinking themselves

among fewer, the rarer

aggregate.
.

Earth, per se, everywhere

had first timers treading

weeds and rocks. Explorers

or migrants looking for

fertile pastures were here

to see it raw and untamed,

untrampled, pristine.

Decades older than dirt,

it decidedly was not me.

.

Lady A

03-07-22