SONG FOR SCURRY

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It wasn't the danger

so much

as it was

the oh so calm

the sweat beaded

above

my twice mopped brow

with

the gallop of a wild pulse

along side

the slickness of my palm

the unknown up ahead

taunted my doubts

with its magnetic menacing

veneer

I was

in essence

utterly sick to myself

with unbelievable fear

one of the priceless savers

of all men.................

(Dec. 29, 1997)

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