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Month: March 2019

AT PEACE

Drifting through a small-town desert,
passing two or three
lounging-in-doorway-faces
whose eyes have little thirst
for tomorrow,
I find myself strangely at ease with
a coffee and a cream doughnut
from the bakery and nowhere else to be.

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TRAGEDY

Weep not for the clothes I wear
or for the stars I worship
or for the badge pinned to my chest;
but mourn instead for my heart
and for my eyes that plumb
the depths of my soul.

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SELECTIVE ACTION

How is it they see
only what they want to see
and why do they hear
only their own voices?
Oh, we believe
what we want to believe
but who will divide the lie
from the truth that
inconveniences you and me?

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