ALL AS ONE
Easy to circumvent the lamb, run across
the meadow, outfox the fox. No, you say?
Easier than to curse the darkness for lack
of a candle? Every stupid emotion roils,
wrapped in sentiment and gauche with
want. Look out, afar, the sun beckons.
-
I awoke to blinding light on Walnut Street.
Noise and its mayhem, all together -
15 black suits praising a new Muhammad,
10 American men, brazen with briefcases
and suits, 5 darling women daring their
own colorful shoes. This, this is now all
the little world has to offer. Meet me
at Rittenhouse then, just after ten.
-
Around the edge of the square,
everywhere it seems where once
stood grand and stately buildings,
now only stand motives for
profit. That little old lady, being
walked - her white-clad nurse
holding her arm - now seems
like an eagle from another,
past, day; surveying the
damage of what once
may have been.
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