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Fast Food (Poem)
I sit on the side of the road
holding the hand of a small child of grief
he rocks besides me disconsolate and starving
I give him water drawn from tears
and food pulled from rocky hardship
to feed him with what he’s known
were I to offer the radiant fruit of jewel trees
that shelter us both from the burning sun
he would die from shock
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Three New Things (Poem)
a magenta red generator on a rooftop
a small green shoot growing between two bricks
a provocative sticker pasted over a ledge
three things not seen yesterday now in view
what awaits tomorrow
-author’s note: this is a challenge I give myself and now to you, since you’re here. each day on your walk or even upon awakening gazing out your window: find three things you’ve not noticed before. these can be visual, as in this poem, but also auditory, tactile, or felt in some other fashion. note them.
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Sunday Afternoon (Poem)
near loneliness but without
adjacent to disquietude but not
a shadow falling through sunlit branches
a pebble skidding off the sidewalk
a rooftop shading into the clouds
to move from there to here
to be in the world
to be enough
to be
