My Donkey Spirit Steps through My Body to Take Up the Slack
At some point, the body cannot pull its cart,
struggles against the straps, sinks into the muck,
struggles again and falls. The body cannot pull the cart
so it becomes the cart, while the spirit steps down
from the seat, picks up the cart and hauls. No straps,
no wheels, the axles shot, the nails rusted in the rotted wood,
the spirit hoists his old friend up, brays and yanks
his foot from the mud. The mud says not long now.
The body says a little longer. The donkey says
leave it to me, friend, I know how to carry us home.
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