Bold on the inside.
Bold athwart and bold below.
Bold in bed,
Bold in the board room.
Bold in the face of callous adolescence,
Bold in defense of Scaly Boy behind
the counter at the burger dive
during high school lunch hour.
I wish I were bold
In the chill of river water,
In the verve of leisure time,
In the solitude of last night
(All last nights).
Instead I mistrust myself,
Depend on others
Limit this, then that;
Narrow, become pale
Til I sit in this expansive
Cathedral of light and pine
Smelling so vehemently of home.
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