Golden and coral rays
like mist, outlines the horizon
a beautiful epilogue to the day
everything is still
everything is quiet
as people return from work
and other places
all is well
I fall asleep
only to be awakened
by the sound of firecrackers
and gunshots
it is the fourth of July
I am in Chicago
stars light the sky
the sun has set
on his young life
everything is quiet
except for their screams
and unrealized dreams
unrealized dreams
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help. Beautiful
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