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April 1, 2007
It Figures #23

Get Your Act Together
dances on a sunny street
behind his table of books
and tapes.

He moves like
a faceless wooden puppet,
not quite finished
and too loose at the joints.

“Batter batter batter,
SwING!”
he calls as you pass by.

Huh?

And just then
he slips long nails into your jacket
into your wallet,

saving
the longest and grubbiest nail
for that tired and hungry
place in your soul where
Hope still lives.

“I know you,”
He says, eyes too bright.
“This is what you need.”

And from nowhere,
he’s offering a
plastic garden rake.