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Lion's Roar


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How hard labored ascent is.
With only two legs, a weary back
my chest to each breath
heaves its assent.  Down from the hills
Dispatched direct from a mother's womb
without even a "Namaste” to wish me
on my way.  As palms together

I send you on yours.  For I expect
nothing from you.  My leathery hands,
my gnarled fingers,
eyes lost in arc of my skull,

My lion's roar held back
     for fear of letting it all go
          one breath after another
               leaping              Leaping!

Copyright @ 2001, 2002. Wayne Amtzis. All Rights Reserved.

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