i)
through a sieve of fools
splattering toxic nonsense
respond with better words, blessing,
midnight prayers, truth steeped in love.
ii)
poet laureate's laurels
scattered spinning in the wind
down the alley
past the overflowing dumpster
and open kitchen doors
iii)
not much call these days
for a claw hammer banjo master
folk songs under fall maple trees
iv)
tobacco, or an offering tug
from a plastic whiskey bottle
a song, a poem
all medicine
A beautiful poem for the day of Truth and Reconciliation.
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ReplyDeletePoems about the music of alleys and the medicine of self expression. I know where you're coming from.
ReplyDelete"past the overflowing dumpster
ReplyDeleteand open kitchen doors"
love that contrast, love all these snapshots in this poem, well said
Thanks - trying to get back at it in 2022.
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