Kids can travel in flocks
and they can live in a box
Neatly labeled: ‘a fish’ or ‘a rock’
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But not Scott.
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There’s no box that can fit him
There’s no talk that can pick him
Not a box, what the opposite?
A circle or composite?
Yes a circle, a bubble
adrift, finding trouble .
“You’re a circle,” I say,
Very clearly today.
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“No, I’m not,”
says Scott
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“I’m something new fangled
Not circle – triangle.
But more than that, if you please
I am isosceles.
No – I’m a plain, unilateral,
isosceles equalateral.”
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Oh yes. Many kids may fit in a box
with their labels affixed like they’re locked.
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But not Scott.
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Scott’s the epitome
of paradox
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(c) Shawn Bird 2010
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Shawn L. Bird 