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In This Time Of Exile (Poem)
in the journey to home, what do I carry
even the lightest of memories can burden
the wrinkled hands of my grandmother preparing jam
the salty bite from a wave stinging my eyes
the throaty calls of bullfrogs sending me to sleep
the orange moon filling the night beyond my childhood window
these have filled my coat pockets
their bittersweet weight heavy as stones
if I drop them, will I walk easier on the road
or float away from any ground, dispersing all self into the sky
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Nolichucky (Poem)
will you mourn if you kill a river
the murder of water is no small thing
money and war do not sustain life
when you were a child thirsty from the noon day heat
did you drink down a glass of clanking coins
when you washed your hands dirty from grime
did you run them under a show of force
when you grew your fields green with food
did you irrigate them with destructive toys
perhaps you do fill your cup with dollar bills
pile your plates with war planes and bombs
making yourself gaunt withered unaware
when you are dying and long for one last cooling sip
you’ll moisten your parched throat
with the only thing left to flow
poison that will kill us all
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Dwells In The Heart (Poem)
a shadow passing over the moon
one cast by radiance from the sun
the shining joy of constant regard
and each orb’s glow is ever seen
as night follows day and back again
what we know is not obscured
sorrow not to be eschewed
treasure it as reminder
remember always remember love
