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The Soft Padding of Young Lions
(An Interloper)

by James Robert Rudolph

Your youth savage and overflowing
breaches your DNA like sunspots
in time lapse yet your bursts are silent as
clouds scudding a summer’s sky.

You jam currents in the rooms
you enter reversing polarities
there is no true north around you.

Are you a woodsman come a-clearing or
a troubadour a-ballading maybe
a minstrel for supper’s pleasure?
What is your business here?

Copyright © 2016 by James Robert Rudolph

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