This poem is dedicated to Greater Cincinnati Homeless Coalition.
"We're in this together"
Yet where are you?
Stay safe
Has become a phrase
To common to Uncertainty
Yet those that are in "Lock-down"
Barely fear the unknown
When was the last time shelter in place
Took food from your home
When was the last time shelter in place
Paused a normal reality
When was the last time shelter in place
Meant to relax and take a pause
When was the last time shelter in place
Made you think
that the phrase pay check to pay check
will no longer hold
Yet
"We're in this together"
Burns to the eye sockets
Of those knowing there is no home
Money running low
But the country is willing to stimulate
Pockets
where is that gold mine
no one really knows
yet the poor is suppose to continue betting
on the rich
powerball running low
so why not try your luck
BUT
"We're in this together"
As the poor becomes cold
Remember its Spring time outside.
Poem dedicated to Mark Mussman.
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(I wrote this before I saw your word of the day!)
ReplyDeletePart of Maria's Poem
a response to Maria Howe's "Part of Eve's Discussion"
It was like the moment when a dog decides not to sleep at your feet,
and puts herself on the opposite side of the room, the moment the trees seem too still
and you remember they always rustle, at least a little, as when
a flock of sparrows fling themselves from a wire at once, and it reels,
very much like the moment when you, lost in thought at a stoplight, see
the lifted weight, and the sparrows like ink pouring into the bowl
of the sky, and the wire humming still, and you are both the sparrow and the wire, or like
the moment you remembered your lover turning away,
it was like that, and after that, it was still like that, only
all the time.