he shouldered causes
the ones that were broken
or which someone had dropped
he would bolt through the door
burst onto the scene
never asking to be forgiven
he would pull nonprofits from their shallows
jump through red tape hoops
as if he were dancing
his feet constantly moving forward
then gathered together to leap
over whatever hurdles there were
toppling indifference only
he was a burst of joy
striking like a bolt of love
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 26 at The Sunday Whirl.
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