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77 The Business of Life I love to walk, block after block, granting distance To the cramped, sped-past neighborhood. I love to look, from the yard with the white picket fence To the fenceless one with the stacked wood, Creating a mythology that’s true For seventeen-twenty-four and seventeen-thirty-two. I love to note, and nod, and notice The predisposition of the voters, How the Democratic placards go With fussy lawns, while Republicans sow The seeds of carefree enterprise. I love to walk, block after block, taking steps Left by God or the city planner for citizens Such as myself to take, and making stops As well, like the fallen leaves of light, tens Of thousands of them, that day and night rake And remove. I walk and look to have a stake In the business of life, and not just be The taker of givens, its employee. ...

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