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Does It Matter?
My Little Dog named-Art
A Bowl of Cheers?
Dreams of Yesterday
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Just Let It Be
La Vie en Rose
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Beams of Light
Through a knothole in the old barn roof,
streams a small solar prism.
Dust particles gleam and dance as they
float un-tethered in this stale barn air prison.
Setting cross legged on the dirt floor,
is a boy of six, playing out his
Time has no meaning, he's hypnotized
by the bright light stream.
His ragged shirt torn and tattered.
Dirty overalls, one knee protruding
through a jagged tear.
He tilts his head side ways,
as he rocks back an forth
in perpetual motion.
He continuously hums in a low manic tone.
His big blue eyes fixed in a curious gaze.
Peering up at the dancing dust locked
in the descending microscopic sun blaze.
His thoughts wander aimlessly in a strange cruel maze.
His young mind trapped in illusions and
a mystifying haze.
He’s lost in his own strange rhyme,
and lives in another world and time.
He's not aware of the heavy
chain around his leg.
He never cries or begs.
His crippled mind entombed in
a dream like state, in which
he will never, ever escape.
The tiny beams of sun light
keeps him mesmerized and quiet.
Jackie R. Kays
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