Thursday, August 3, 2017

A Song 163



In 40 years
from low rise to
high rise;
windows shut out
scurrilous winds,
rains;
on-ing TV for non breaking news,
air conditioner for 24 degree zens,
sit at breakfast table,
chewing lives in low rise:
'of being poor,
lucky,
and at peace.' 

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