synopsis
wrapping up
not the chapter
but the book
i think my life
will be a trilogy
at first glance
good willed and gracious
but with probing comes hard choices
and mellow battles
educating myself
the miasmic way
as book two begins
action, movement and purpose
abound |
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restoration project
Spurious polygons of pathpaved green
groan from seeded to seedy.
Bequeathed by Rockefellers
amid applauding deludeds, thankless automatons.
Given back? No... traded for
the sweat and the blood
of disposable labour, penny slavery.
Rampaging Carnegie callousness
offering landscaped parks so the wealthy can picnic
near a tree and be. Wealthy.
Now the volunteers resurrect...
they pick up condoms and needles,
cans and dreams, while the rich
watch “nature” on television.
Or vacation on plastick isles,
city large boats,
sipping umbrellad drinks. |
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little Sadie
she’s got gumdrop sized
oil slick eyes,
cries when she’s not held
and hiccups for hours
she’s a frog, scrunched
ready to hop...
she’s a turtle on its back
squirming, wriggling
she’s cute as a button
and loud as a truck...
but she smiles at you
and your heart melts
she’s got girl power
already |
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