Eyes averted
we see the pain fresh
start out of self-reveree
the earth shakes and looking up see
what has been there all along.
No, look away again
how many minutes of fame does desperation get?
wild looks, fading to dull
Three days no water?
too much
seeing stomachs empty our eyes full
we look away
(as we have done for years)
Send money
as the young man all belongings
wrapped in a garbage bag
over shoulder walks by hoping a bed
opened at the shelter.
By Phil Specht on Jan 16, 2010 1:48 AM EST
3 comments:
I am jealous that Phil posts his poems here. I shall steal them. Even though I do not like poetry.
He doesn't. He's just given me permission to steal them, lol! And I *know* he'd welcome the double steal, grin! He misses you as much as I do!!
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