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  • Short Notice (Poem)

    again I am leaving

    what do I take from this place to the next

    the grit of the sidewalks

    sliding on the grime of unknown stories

    flakes of discarded lives abandoned

    like children orphaned in the eternal war

    the harsh cries of the birds

    resounding to each other a raucous challenge

    warnings to we unheedful below

    that we are interchangeable bit players in their world

    the striking color of walls and posts

    filling each gaze with baited brilliant hooks

    gigs to grab attention and not let go

    until the message has been absorbed without assent

    and always always

    the pleasure of moving silently solitary

    through all the busy people on all the busy streets

  • We Waited (Poem)

    we waited as children

    time draped carelessly over our shoulders

    so lightly that we did not care

    we could find another hour or two or three

    hanging warm from the sun

    on the line stretched out back

    we waited as adults

    time crammed into backpacks and bags

    heavier now but still unregarded

    we’d grab spare minutes along with coffee

    whenever we needed extra

    we waited as elders

    time spread across the table

    weighty memories of things that never happened at all

    broken pieces of too many jigsaw lifetimes

    that trembling hands could not fit together

    we died and there was an end to waiting

  • Common Teacher (Poem)

    the pavement is kind enough

    to receive a foot step a falling body

    the muttered words the loud screams

    the mingled incoherence of the street

    no judgment given nor any quarter

    equal treatment extended to all

    a lifelong student of the hard thing

    I would become concrete