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Saturday, August 8, 2015
One Way or Another, Wisdom Grows on One with Age
My father was old enough
To be my grandfather
And I too young to know
It made no difference.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Mendicants Toeing the Capitalist Line
Don’t breathe a word—
You can’t see it but that
Rucksack on your back
Has just enough
To carry you through
Another day,
But no need to worry—
That other beggar
With a rucksack
Just like yours
Walking before you
Will never give you away.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Phenomenologically Speaking
In the dim
Cramped light of the old
Folks’ home there was
Still enough room
For the shadows
To come alive.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Tsunami Crisis Management, Hellas 2015 A.D.
What do we Hellenes do when a crisis is over?
We go back to a life with more crises,
One life with one crisis after another,
But we despair not!
Millenniums basking
On the sun-drenched shores
Of the Mediterranean have taught us how
To perform wonders as long as we persevere
In sitting back in our beach chairs,
All the while making like a wave.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Why Little Children--Like Trees--Are Afraid of Adults with Chain Saws
under the old
growth is evermore virgin
growth growing up—
it’s telling
the world the last thing
we must do on this earth is
hurry up.
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