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-For Joey

You are the strangers
we have been warned about
but we are thirsty
and wandering

with extended smiles
you flatter us to dance
the dance always the same
ends

with drops of hope
to fend dehydration
we stagger on
tired and acheless

perhaps we are the lucky ones
arms akimbo
hearts still balanced
upon our heads
we are called the strange ones
as we teeter totter unsteadily

forward
engaged to our convictions
among the loose sands
and thorns
of your polite waywardness

foraging for velvet and honey
to salve our drums
fill our gourds