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The fool, with all his other faults, has this also, he is always getting ready to live.




Then let me be the other kind of fool,

the fool who lives too much,

the fool who jumps in

before the water is in the pool

and ends up running instead

of treading water,

the fool who loves wholly before

she is certain that her heart will not break.

Let me be the fool who wakes

at 5:30 to start the day in the generous dark

and goes to sleep after midnight

so as to play with all the shades of the day.

Let other fools be the infinite planners,

the perfection engineers, and let me

be the fool who leaves the house

in such enthusiasm to play

that I leave behind the things I think I need.

It is foolish, perhaps, to wish

to be a fool. Yes, just be. Just be.

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It was no wolf
in grandma’s kerchief
that tricked me,
but I thought
it was I who opened
every door, thinking
I knew what was
behind it. Now
I watch as doors
I never knew were there
open themselves,
come unhinged,
fall off.

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