Ken’s poem really captures for me the stream of life which each of us keeps trying to make sense of:<\/p>\n
Afternoon turns up once more,<\/em><\/p>\n A mirror of the morning,<\/p>\n \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 credit cards spilled from a wallet, And now the remains of lunch such as it was, I do not know what I should know.<\/p>\n Why are my lips numb?<\/p>\n Why does most everything I touch tumble out of reach?<\/p>\n Why can’t some Gorgon corner Donald Trump?<\/p>\n Why does the young woman with two kids keep begging in front of the Bank of America? the kids keep tugging away at her for comfort, shelter, food, Maybe the guitar players with their coin ready cases open before them And she finally looks at them and smiles as they walk away up and down Shattuck Avenue Ken’s poem really captures for me the stream of life which each of us keeps trying to make sense of: Afternoon turns up once more, A mirror of the morning, \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 credit cards spilled from a wallet, documents I failed … Continue reading
\ndocuments I failed to figure out how to copy,
\nthe changed passwords, the missing cable,<\/p>\n
\nA mostly emptied OIKOS key lime flavored
\nGreek yogurt carton? Cup? Container?
\nA weak peanut butter sandwich, I forgot to shop.<\/p>\n
\nI mean hundreds pass her up each day, her and her children,<\/p>\n
\nthey are needy, she too, deeply ashamed and so in need,<\/p>\n
\nwill come up with an impromptu benefit concert for her,
\nright here, this day, on this spot before the Bank of America,
\nnext to Cheeseboard Pizza, a place that has good music going on right now,
\nmusic and pizza and beer, can’t they within see her need without, her family’s?
\nthey could chip in themselves, could goad the crowd into doing something wonderful,
\nthey could pass the hat around and place it before this dark haired woman,
\nshe could then lift her eyes, she could say thank you thank you thank you,
\ninstead of turning them away, trying to avoid the shame she must feel in her need,
\nthey could say to her, it’s nothing, but you all are in such a real jam, and these coins,
\nthese bills,
\nwe hope they’ll help, and we sure hope you will have much better days soon,
\nbut most likely they will do nothing of the sort, some might, most won’t.<\/p>\n
\nTo continue their day, and the late summer sun is finally out,
\nReddening our uncovered faces, and bringing unwanted heat
\nTo the many wildfires up north of us, and the traffic coughs away,
\nAnd the weekend will be here soon, with football, parties and thoughts of rain,
\nWe need the rain, truly do, water is running low, rationing helps,
\nBut any more of this drought puts us in a deeper fix, we must plan better for the future
\nFor it will come for most of us, wanted or unwanted, it all depends, doesn’t it?
\nAnd we do really not know what is to come, though we do know that it surely shall.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"