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Path and View (Haiku)
paved with rare jewels
still if you remove your shoes
precious gemstones cut your feet
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We Do Not Learn (Poem)
when a desperate hand reaches out
from underneath the rubble
when it is covered with blood
and finds only hostile air to grasp
what comfort the reason for such destruction
the dust-filled sky the awful silence
the occasional lightning strikes of grief
torn from throats raw beyond measure
what matter now the distant machinations
each of us knows the pain of loss
each of us knows the sorrow
how then do we walk away from this suffering
our own house in ruins
our own bodies wounded and broken
our own voices scraped by tears
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Bird Flu (Poem)
not the close quarters at the bar
the small confinement of the car
not the dinner crowd shoppers in a rush
no I know it happened thus
when I ventured outside the basement door
alone in the vastness of the cold morning air
overhead there flew one lone crow
black with a screech and a definite sly mien
who dropped a virus right into my path
my gifts were unacceptable it seems
