In the morning haze....
2003-07-07
8:55 a.m.my mind is a blank.
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Tatoo by Ted Kooser
What once was meant to be a statement-a dripping dagger held in the fist of a shuddering heart-is now just a bruise where vanity once punched him hard and the ache lingered on.
He looks like someone you had to reckon with,strong as a stallion,fast and ornery,but on this chilly morning,as he walks between the tables at a yard sale with the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt rolled up to show us who he was, he is only another old man,
picking up broken tools and putting them back, his heart gone soft and blue with stories.
-Ted Kooser
Peace
