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And whatever happened to Bill Slaney?
Bill was good and pure enough of spirit
And then he was gone
Across the river I heard I imagine
Maybe he bought the hardware store?
Didn't his father-in-law have one?
Learned how to give household hints
Like always plain with the grain
And a butterfly anchor works best
When there is no beam
I imagine Bill and his wife, Arleen
Across the river
Happy as a forest in summer
Lost to me as I am to what I was back then
Back when I knew them
Everything, this side of the river.
Religion and Politics
I’m not ready to vilify my opponents
This is an incantation I want to hear
Until the end of time.
Rudeness is hunched in a god-filled land
Making stories of names of
Colors and stones,
Continuously crucifying hope
Over and over again,
On the lowlands of high roads,
We compassionately remove ourselves from the daily cross
And place shadows in a tomb behind a corking stone -
Absolutely shattering, infinitely sorrowful.
Looking out from the light, our only name is fear.
So, forgive us father of rock, fish and sky
This solitary scratchy crowded nest
Appears to be home.
a thousand bits of broken glass
glitter the street
outside the divorcee’s house
W2 -Wake Up Aware-©by Corina T.v.M. (acryl latex on glass & wood frame)