Blank page
cooperate. . .

Step out.

Fresh air,
errands of need
to go about.

Follow not just what
grown ups say to do
to groups of girls
in troops of scouts.

Break forth!
And seize the gray!
And whatever streaks of blue
should hap to lie
in your eyes’ way,

and leave, for just a moment,
at the side,
by admitted rapid fall of eventide,
any pesky trace that you might have
of paralyzing doubt.

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