Sunday, June 05, 2016


If anyone calls me
Tell them I'm out.
Out of patience
Out of line
Out of my element
Out of my mind
Out in the street
Preparing the feast
The bread and the wine
For lost and for least
Out of my bubble
In to the flow
Out of myself
Finding my whole
They'll know where to find me
I'm out.

Jim Biard

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