..begun with birdsong and dew;
and a newspaper that’s a smear
of condensation and sensationalism
(soon only the scandal sheets
will survive.)
and a newspaper that’s a smear
of condensation and sensationalism
(soon only the scandal sheets
will survive.)
Each day
marks the end of something…
flexibility, dexterity, temerity…
the probability that today it might be
the end of war and world hunger
is a jump even on this optimistic morning
when May and the sun conspire for perfection
but the possibility is there.
marks the end of something…
flexibility, dexterity, temerity…
the probability that today it might be
the end of war and world hunger
is a jump even on this optimistic morning
when May and the sun conspire for perfection
but the possibility is there.
Hungry souls
sense what they never know.
Somewhere inside
all of us live alone. Breathe deeply
as if consciousness expands
with the lungs. Take that first sip
of dawn and with it a hit of reality…
This day will be what we make it.
sense what they never know.
Somewhere inside
all of us live alone. Breathe deeply
as if consciousness expands
with the lungs. Take that first sip
of dawn and with it a hit of reality…
This day will be what we make it.
