Original Oil Painting
© Stevon Lucero
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Poem "Birth" by Stevon

Birth
Sitting on my step
Watchin' the train go by
Don't be curt. be courteous
Said the caboose,
As it went by
"Groovy" said I.
"What next"
said the step
which went one higher.
Why not?
It felt good
And I felt better
Late than never
To understand
So I turned up
But I couldn't hear
A thought
To quit thinking
And then I.was
Born