Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

Lottery tickets: /
hope for a summer future /
scratched away today.

O’ sweet bumblebee /
You with my camera I see /
Do you think of me?

Life is not a race, /
said the no-kneed man, smiling. /
There is no leg up.

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Toast to the muses /
High and low, who grace the Earth /
With bread, wine, and song.

The sign almost glowed,/
the word and the memories /
welded moments.


“End Road Work,” sign says. /
Declaration or demand? /
Hanging to stir doubt?
Guns clatter the ground. /
Clouds bulging with thoughts and prayers. /
Shrill tears from heaven.
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Lottery tickets, /
phone sex ads, cigarette butts: /
fake pleasures turned trash.
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