In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him ‘Til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains. — Paul Simon, The Boxer. Defiance.  I… Continue reading The Café Philos Poetry Prompt For Them That Be Wild Things (March 31, 2019)