Raising Cane Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Raising Cane



Left by the wayside, wondering what to do next.
Curiously watching people in the Wagon Yard doing
their individual things.
All of them different, some majorly incongruent
and unusual.
Raising cane, pulling others into the mix, having
a joyous time without fear of being ridiculed.

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