street talking
long time walking,
rhythm crosses rhyme
when
a sweet deep eyed woman
bleeds
her beatnik tries
below hippie skies
and dares to sigh
no longer
where the beat of wind
is the music of sin
when she is old
so,
is she young again
before wintertime blues
sings a girl’s
summertime cries
and just below
those white bird skies
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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