Afraid of People
The face of the gentle robin washes
Away the sorrow that I feel.
As I look at the forest around me,
I know this is where I feel the most home.
Sometimes I want to move far away
From the city, where the animals and trees
Are, and call it home, but I have food to
Eat and bills to pay and I am stuck
At an apartment, afraid of everything.
I am even afraid of turning on the light
If my back isn’t turned towards the window,
So no one can see me.
I am afraid of crowds and little children
Running through the streets.
I am afraid of different things, but
Especially people, with their wide eyes
And their bony knees, and especially their
Expressions of hatred, as I walk down the aisle
Of a grocery store, looking for my can
Of beets that is only .59 cents per pound.
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