they are there
in shadows of buildings
new old
huddled together
banded against
cold and cops and
callous stares
as I passed
a man
smiled
his decayed mouth
a universe shattered
either in acknowledgement
or pain
suffering is transcendent
i bought two cups of tea and a roll
sat down
smiled back
and listened to the wind
About Me
- The Wound Dresser
- Brooklyn, NY
- Lover of Annie,my kids, Jesus,The Mets,poetry,Whitman,Blake,Akmatova,Pasternak,Patti Smith,Bach,Glenn Gould, Dylan,butterflies,Willie Mays,ragas cedar and sandalwood, ,the Detroit red Wings,rose bushes worn out jeans and dogs, soup in the winter,,The Clash and Aretha, Marvin Gaye and Curtis Mayfield,Dylan Thomas Wilfred Owen and Nusrat, baseball gloves,The Dead and Mingus,,mangoes,Terry Riley and Nikhil Banerjeee ,Bonhoeffer, Rumi,Tom Seaver,Roberto Clemente ,Gospel of John,old ballparks,small churches, Stained glass the smell of a wood fire , smell of rain, ,dark chocolate and the word Daddy spoken by one of my children, Wavy Gravy, Tie dye,the circus, Corita,,singing bowls, flowers and the hubble telescope
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