to stimulate,
get in your groove. . .

And soothe. . .

So much
you can,
you’ve not set out
to prove a thing–

Just to allow
the solid portion
of your starry self
to stir,
and maybe sweat on brow,
and do its
sundry ordinary things

In this,
you cannot goof.

And maybe,
come the quick-set winter eve,
in greater ease and peace
you’ll breathe. . .
and even feel so very good,
you’ll want to climb
up on your roof,

and lift your voice,
a soulful
or a joyful song
to sing.

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