Stumbler

I once marched angry streets

On pointed stilts,

Shaking my fist,

Rattling my face,

Bowling my head through

Crowded innocents.

 

But then I met you–

Calmness,

Love,

A clean lens through which

I spied a better life.

 

I took your path and it

Made me better.

 

I am still a clumsy fool,

No stanger to my rotten temper.

But however I falter

Or lose my head,

I have you,

Safe in our room,

Rain on the roof,

To stumble to.

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