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heavy is the air
heavy are her steps pinned to the pavement un-slagging heat strangles every beat of life desert flower girl lost her petals drooped and torn no sign of rain no gesture of kindness no heaven sighing no filled drinking cup down to her last lick of luck handmade sign begs mercy nothing forthcoming skin burnished brick but not the sort made of shelter not for her nor her dog-- little protection between her and some one who might do her harm each day the same recycled like hash thumb out by the highway shouts of derision beguiled and belittled thought less than recycled trash fitful sleep in the night next day to be be again undone rising and shining in the morning for another mean new sun ******** legal copyright for this poem August 4 2019 5:00PM PST time date stamped and also for this poet Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD ******** living closer to the standard at which you are comfortable at. Generosity begins with attitudes and the heart... and comes back to you in good will and karma. The person you sneer at on the highway might be the next new Bob Dylan or Georgia O'Keefe or Frank LLoyd Wright that you zoom on by without a second thought. People are being put in cages in prisons/super maxes funded through the dollars you spend on Amazon. Families are separated, being abused and put in cages at our borders. Don't think of people in terms of "groups"...think of them as individuals with lives and people who love them. It might be less possible then to ignore their pain and get outside of yours to help out in some small...but meaningful way. That is why you were put here. To be of service when you can. ************************************************************************ Vote for this poem |
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