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Legacy

“Do words just pop

into your head?”

Some may go

unexploded.

–

“Have you thought much

about your legacy?”

I’m a legacy

prisoner.

No I’m not.

–

“What do you call precious?”

The precious doesn’t

get around much

so it stays small.

Or it orbits

the same small

pronoun,

a kid

on a carousel.

“Look at me!”

It fiddles

with itself.

But I’ve got bigger things

to pick up

and put down.