Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Orphan
I imagined when
my parents died
I'd be an orphan.
Kind of like Kipling's
Kim or Huck Finn.
But no luck!
I was always asking
my parents for advice,
though I'm not sure
if I ever took it.
Now they are
gone from the planet
but not from my life.
I think of them often
and see them everywhere.
Unlike Castaneda's Don Juan
who gave up his last name,
and became his own person,
I realize what I am is
the combination of where
I was and where I am going.
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